Within the centre of every Reality and every Creation existed just a single place that was bound not by the Laws of the innumerable Realities and the uncountable Creations. Instead, its Laws were unique while its governance was done by the rules which weren't special, a stark contrast to its exceptional existence. For it was just a single place but it connected to every Reality and all the Creations.

It connected what was meant to be separated; this purpose for which it has been brought into existence against the wishes of the Creator. An act for which the False Eternal had not only died but had been annihilated and sundered apart, never to rise again. Such had been the punishment for meddling with the very Creator.

However, uncaring of the consequence the False Eternal had meddled. With its lingering consciousness, the now-annihilated Eternal had manipulated the Creator to separate all the Wills from their respective domains to bind them within Tilism for the rest of their eternal existences. Thus, this place was a prison that kept the Wills apart from where they ruled above most, if not all.

This place existed against the wishes of the Creator for the sake of the False Eternal's humble wish to let the Endless Creation prosper. It had wanted the manifestation of the Law of life, the youngest of all the Eternals, the Endless Creation to thrive. Therefore, in its annihilation, the False Eternal had forced the creation of Tilism and the Endless Creation had thrived.

But not for long.

The flourishing life of the Endless Creation had been killed and not just by anyone else but by the very successor of the False Eternal, the Illusionary Eternal. The manifestation of the Law of life's death had given birth to a new Law, the Law of death. This new Law had, for the first time, introduced death in a previously deathless world.

However, the Illusionary Eternal was not yet done. Borrowing the surge from the creation of the new Law, the successor of the False Eternal had mutated the dead Endless Creation into the manifestation of the Law of death to birth the last Eternal, who was thus called the Mutated Creation.

All the while, the Formless Creation and the Forgotten Creation had done nothing but silently observed.

-X-

Within the endless vastness of Tilism, its prisoners fidgeted. The rumbling of their extensive bodies created trembles that seemed to shake the very roots of Tilism. Yet the Monstrous manifestations unceasingly growled at each other, their convoluted bodies fought and battled as they sought to release the pent up energy brought on by the actions of a member of their shared prison.

The infinite trapped Wills battled and fought as they passed each day in bone-shaking terror while waiting for the punishment to descend. For it surely would. The only thing left unknown was the collateral destruction its descent would cause and the innocent Wills that would end as a result. Yet, all they could do was wait and guess which calamity would descend.

If the Yakshas descended then those cunning shapeshifters would throw the entire realm in the fires of long drawn wars. However, if the Nagas descended then those fiery serpents would burn the guilty and the realm. Nevertheless, it was decent of the Eternals that horrified the entire realm of Wills. For if Eternals descended to punish, then nothing would matter for everything would end.

“Who told it to touch a soul!” An unknown Will thundered. “Who told it to defy the heavens!”

“A measly reduced Will dared to touch a soul!” Another Will roared. “To defy the decree of Eternals! It should have ended long ago! It survived and doomed us all!”

“To escape its end, it did this!” Somewhere far off a Will shrieked. “It brought the end to us all!”

“Destroy it! Destroy it once again! Destroy it again and again!”

“It may not die here but it can be destroyed. It must be punished! It must be destroyed for all those that would end with it!”

“Destroy it! Destroy it! Destroy it!”

The Wills roared as they destroyed the body of a massive Tiger made of tress, flesh, decay and flowers. It was ripped apart by beings that had been its brethren from the day that it had been born. It had been separated from its domain but had found solace in the company of these that was same as it. All separated, all incomplete.

However, even its brethren sought its end. They knew of its predicament and they knew of its approaching end. They knew that it had been reduced. Chipped away, bit by bit, as it had been attacked by the mortals. From the Will of the entire planet, it had been reduced to a mere will of a single continent. They knew this and they had called it a reduced Will.

But now that it had taken action to save itself, it was vilified and ceaselessly destroyed. Why? Because it had dared to defy? The reduced Will couldn’t bear it! It couldn’t bear the betrayal and it couldn’t bare the cowardice!

Thus, the Will that had been reduced by the mortals to the point of ending walked off into the unending depths of the Tilism. Into the depth where even the strongest Wills and Gods became lost, it walked. It walked and walked and walked until it too became lost.

-X-

Within a desolate desert, inside a dilapidated shop, on a simple chair, a youth seemingly slept.