The Reflection might not have known that his actions after many Minor Eras had transformed this realm from a dead wasteland to a star made from green flames and darkness, but even that darkness did not last for long as its final traces were soon covered up by the green flames.
His Undying Will had seeped into this dimension due to his dimensional powers that transcended what even Will should be capable of, and if this realm had a Will, the Reflection had become a part of it.
The Spear was on the verge of summoning the last wave of his new friends to complete the process of claiming it as the prize of cleansing the shame of the Primordial Demon when the Reflection stopped its action with a thought, as much as it would love to claim Bleeding Edge, it was not the right time for that.
Commandeering Bleeding Edge might lead to changes that as of this moment, he would not want, as it could drastically influence the plans for the future that his main body would have. There were many unknown variables to merging with a Primordial Weapon and the Reflection believed that he was much too weak to handle any of those changes if they arrived, it was better that this final part of the journey was seen to by his main body, he had done his best and prepared the road.
Battling with the spear for so long, he had already gained its recognition in a manner that simply possessing the spear would not give him, and he held off the last part of the merger as he looked at the world that his endless battles had created.
It was a thing of beauty. At a glance, everything might seem chaotic, but it was far from that. Since the terrain did not change even after a wave had ended, the Reflection came to use his surroundings as a weapon, every slight crack in the earth, every shift in the wind, and every spot of differing temperature were all carefully arranged by him to create a unique formation that he called a Living Formation, and the entirety of the realm became his chopping board, and the spear was his knife.
The realm was on the verge of destruction, and by all rights, it should have shattered into pieces a long time ago, but his Undying Will that had become a part of the realm had held it together.
The Primordial Demon had never intended for the darkness of Tenebris to be used in this manner, despite the heavy conditions it had placed down for its release, it was always made to be a source of Inheritance, and torturing Thenos was an extra benefit.
With all of this in mind, the Reflection began making active changes across the realm.
Pushing all the essence of Tenebris into the body of Thenos was difficult because even in death his corpse had extreme resistance against darkness, but the Reflection had also melded with the realm on a dimensional level and had merely taken over the corpse of the Siren, and it was a simple thing to drag the headless body of Thenos into the open womb of the sirens so that the injection of darkness could proceed faster.
The body was connected by an umbilical cord, and it was a direct avenue to pump corruption into the body of Thenos, breaking past the resistance that he might put up, and filling this being with darkness.
This process went on for many billions of years, and by now nearly ninety-nine percent of the Demon Lord's essence had tainted the corpse of Thenos, and it had reached a point where it was rather impossible to determine if Thenos was once a child of Light, as even the last spark of light had been covered by darkness. The Reflection had gone all out in this process.
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The Moment he had been waiting for arrived with no warning, a feeling of heaviness unexpectedly settled over the consciousness of the Reflection and he knew that his time was over, the World Stele was about to arrive, and he became ecstatic because the decision he made to push ahead without holding back had been the right one, for the World Stele had returned much more quickly than he had previously announced to Rowan.
He had done everything that he could do to aid his main body, and to avoid being detected by the World Stele, the Reflection allowed the connection he had with the Siren to grow deeper to the extent that he lost himself, and for any other immortal, such a thing was close to suicide, but his Undying Will would never allow him to fall this easily, even if there was only a trace of it left, he would return one day when he was called.
Everything slowly ground to a halt, his consciousness dissipated, random thoughts stopped firing across his mind and his feelings dissipated, the spear had been shrunk until it was countless times smaller than an atom, and the materials that made it nearly impossible to be tracked with sight or any other senses assured the Reflection that this spear would escape the attention of the World Stele, and he expected that the next time he awakened it would be when Rowan had a falling out with the World Stele and he would be there to help, but Fate had other plans.
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