Do Not Say the Far Shore Is Endless; the Path to Immortality Lies Beneath Your Feet (The End)

Violet-gold light shrouded the outskirts of the Land of Origin like a veil of morning mist that would never dissipate, completely separating this unknown place from the endless Destruction Tide beyond.

The light had an exceptionally peculiar quality-it was neither pure chaos nor absolute order, but the ultimate crystallization of both, something deeper than chaos, more eternal than order, and more "real" than either.

Every strand of light contained laws so densely concentrated that even One of Third-Step Eternity would marvel at them.

Like solidified liquid gold, they flowed slowly through the translucent void. Wherever they passed, even space-time itself grew heavier, steadier, and more immovable.

Logo and the other two stood at the edge of the light, feeling its wondrous touch as it brushed over their bodies. It was as if their entire beings had been raised from the level of the "ordinary" to that of the "acknowledged," as if everything that had existed before this moment had been a rough draft, and only now had the tip of a pen confirmed them.

Logo, however, felt that he could condense this same substance himself.

He extended a hand, palm up, and the power of chaos stirred within it. The gray currents recombined, condensed, and purified themselves with unprecedented precision, gradually forming a strand of "real" light in his palm, remarkably similar to the violet-gold radiance around them.

Although its color was slightly paler and its density slightly lower, it was indeed the same kind of substance in essence.

His suspicion was gradually confirmed. The so-called "Land of Origin" was neither unique nor unreachable in essence.

Once a being's power and realm reached a certain limit, that being could become "origin" itself, and their very existence could condense that "real" substance which surpassed chaos and order.

The violet-gold radiance of