Splitting Uniqueness

Edwin extended his right hand, palm up.

The movement was slow, as though he were about to catch a falling snowflake.

Yet the instant he raised his arm, the starry sky constructed from spirituality began to warp.

It was not a violent collapse, but a more fundamental chain reaction, like one triggered by the alteration of physical constants.

The stars that had once floated quietly in place became like a startled school of fish, their trajectories turning chaotic and disorderly.

Then, light was born from the void in his palm.

Not light meant for illumination, but light that defined the world.

The first rune emerged. It was a symbol that could not be described in any known language, like a constantly rotating three-dimensional galaxy composed of countless concentric circles and radiating lines.

The instant it appeared, the god of machinery's body of spirituality flickered violently.

Then came the second, the third, and thousands upon thousands more.

Countless runes streamed from Edwin's fingertips like a dazzling river composed of pure information.

They connected, combined, and collided with one another, constructing an enormous and intricate tableau in the air.

Every rune contained an unimaginable amount of information. They were not flat characters, but structures from higher dimensions.

The god of machinery's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He could not "read" these runes, but he could "sense" what they contained.

Because what these characters depicted was the Savant Sequence, from Sequence 9 all the way to the Sequence 4 Alchemist.

The feeling was exceedingly bizarre.

He clearly knew what it was, yet he simply could not make out the contents of each character, nor the grammar and spelling of this script.

Then, the runes began to change.

From Savant, they became Evernight, then Seer—

"Th-This—"

At the sight, the god of