chapter 13

As Lith prepared to walk onward, he felt a faint tremor ripple through the ground—a familiar, dreadful sensation. It was the same feeling he had experienced long ago when his world was devoured by the Abyss. The memory brought a flicker of helpless rage to his eyes, a feeling he had buried deep but never truly forgotten. This wasn't just any tremor; it was the Abyss expanding its reach, preparing to consume yet another world. In an instant, Lith's expression darkened. He refused to let another world fall to the same dark fate.

With a steady breath, Lith extended his hand, summoning The Lexicon of Eternal Order, The Prime Lawbringer. The book, a massive, radiant tome bound in ethereal chains, floated gracefully into his grasp, humming with the cosmic energy of countless universal laws. Each page was inscribed with a complex, intricate script—decrees governing the order and balance of all things. The Lexicon wasn't just a book; it was an entity that embodied cosmic law itself, perfecting, inscribing, and enforcing rules that defined reality. It was a limitless compendium, as boundless as the multiverse, adapting and growing with each new truth it absorbed.

Lith's voice was low, resonating with an ancient power as he began to shape his command. "In the name of the Supreme Primarch of Eternity, I hereby declare that the Abyss is forbidden to corrupt this multiverse."

The words took on a power of their own, echoing through the fabric of reality. A shudder ran through the cosmos as the law took root, spreading across countless realms, embedding itself into the very foundation of creation. From the core of existence to the furthest reaches of the multiverse, Lith's decree resonated, unalterable and absolute. This was not merely a command—it was a truth woven into reality itself, an irrevocable law that bound the Abyss and stifled its hunger.

But Lith was not done. He stretched out his other hand, calling forth The Lexicon of Eternal Order, The Infinite Tome of Laws. The massive tome, more a celestial artifact than a mere book, shimmered into his hand, its pages pulsing with an otherworldly light. This book, unlike any other, held the unparalleled ability to refine, combine, and enforce laws across all realms, manifesting its pages as tangible forces within reality.

Each page was more than ink and paper; it was an active enforcer of cosmic order, a weaponized decree. When a page left the Lexicon, it carried with it the very essence of the law it represented, becoming an unstoppable force that brought harmony or control wherever it was imposed. The Lexicon could perfect and elevate even the most basic of laws, rendering them unbreakable truths that resonated across entire realms.

Lith commanded the Lexicon to enhance the law he had established, to forge it into a flawless, eternal edict against the Abyss. With a soft hum, the pages began to glow, absorbing the decree and refining it, purging any weakness, contradiction, or loophole. This new law became a fundamental truth within the multiverse, resistant to all tampering or disruption—even by the gods themselves. No being could twist or bypass it; it was now a part of the primal order, woven into existence by the Prime Lawbringer.

Once perfected, Lith activated the Lexicon's power to enforce the law upon the Abyss. As he did, countless chains of radiant white light manifested from the void, each link inscribed with symbols of purity, order, and cosmic justice. These chains surged forward, binding themselves around the Mouth of the Abyss with unstoppable force, each link anchoring the Abyss to the foundations of reality.

The chains glowed with a silent warning, as though to say that any attempt to break them would bring down the full wrath of creation itself. These chains did not merely restrict; they enforced balance on a fundamental level, tethering the Abyss and ensuring that it could never again encroach upon the multiverse without dire consequence. Should it try to resist or shatter its restraints, the chains would summon a cosmic backlash from the very fabric of order—a force so powerful it would reduce the Abyss to nothingness, scattering its essence across time and space.

Lith watched as the chains tightened, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "There. Try consuming worlds now, you ravenous void."

The Mouth of the Abyss pulsed angrily, as if it could sense the bindings, but it was powerless against the perfected law. It writhed and twisted in silent fury, yet the chains held, unmoving and unbreakable, radiating a calm, unwavering strength. Lith allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. By invoking the Lexicon's ultimate power, he had not only shielded this world but had established an eternal safeguard for countless others.

With one final glance at the chained vortex, Lith turned away, his smirk shifting to a faint grin as he whispered, "Hope you enjoy the solitude."