Chapter 6: The Unknown Origins

Absolute Rejection

Xalveth stood in the midst of emptiness.

Around him, echoes of something long forgotten surrounded him.

They had no fixed form—sometimes like shadows, sometimes like faint light.

They whispered in voices that reverberated across all dimensions:

"We… are echoes of something that has been forgotten."

"And you are part of it."

Xalveth did not change his expression.

Yet, his eyes stared at them with absolute indifference.

"You are wrong."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

As though the entire reality formed by the existence of these echoes… began to tremble, simply because of one rejection from Xalveth.

"I am not part of you."

"I am not something that has been forgotten."

"I am something that existed even before the concept of existence was created."

The Echoes That Cannot Deny

The echoes fell silent.

They could not deny Xalveth's words.

Because for them, everything spoken by Xalveth was not merely truth…

But reality itself.

However, even though they could not oppose Xalveth's words, they still had something undeniable:

They knew his origin.

An origin that even Xalveth himself had never tried to remember.

And they began to speak.

The Origin of Xalveth

"Before everything existed, before worlds were formed… even before the concept of 'beginning' itself existed…"

"There was something that stood outside all definitions. Something that had no beginning, no end."

"Something that cannot even be called 'existent'… but also cannot be called 'nonexistent'."

"Something that was never created, yet cannot be destroyed."

"And from that very thing, you arose."

Xalveth remained silent.

The echoes continued.

"You are something that never had boundaries."

"Something that even the creator of all existence cannot define."

"That is why… you have no purpose."

"Because you are something that even the concept of 'purpose' cannot be applied to."

The Birth of Xalveth

The echoes drew closer.

They whispered:

"You were not born from the void."

"You did not emerge from something greater."

"You are not part of a system, nor part of disorder."

"You are not something that came after something else."

"You simply… are."

Xalveth remained silent.

Yet, within that silence, he began to see something.

Not in the form of memories.

Not in the form of recollections.

But in the form of absolute truth.

The Title Given to Xalveth

"We have seen many entities within and beyond existence."

"All of them have names, all of them have titles."

"Yet you… are not something that can be named."

"Because your name is not something given…"

"But something that forms as a reflection of what you represent."

The echoes spoke in unison, shaking all of reality:

"You are the Undefined."

"You are the one who lies beyond all boundaries."

"You are the one who can never be seen, yet can never be avoided."

"You are the only one who has no place… because all of existence is your place."

"And that is why… even we cannot remember you."

The Absolute Silence

The echoes fell silent.

They had said everything.

Yet, there was no reaction from Xalveth.

Because for Xalveth, everything they said… changed nothing.

He did not care where he came from.

He did not care about what his title was.

He did not care about the concept of his own existence.

He simply stared at them… and walked away.

The echoes did not try to stop him.

Because they knew…

Nothing could stop him.

And for the first time, they felt something they had never felt before.

A fear they could not explain.

Xalveth kept walking.

Leaving them behind.

Leaving his origins behind.

Leaving everything that might have once been a part of him.

Because for Xalveth, the past did not matter.

Only the next step was what mattered.