The ground beneath Nova's boots no longer felt like the jagged roughness of stone. It was pulsing faintly, a tenderness that felt erotic, as if the entire continent was aware of each step he took.

Every time he moved, the terrain adjusted itself. The hills shifted imperceptibly, ridges straightened, and the horizon widened, like a great organism rearranging its bones for its newest nerve.

Lunaris clung to his shoulder, quiet, alert, its tail twitching like a metronome to the land's rhythm. The cat's eyes gleamed faintly gold, reflecting a sky that couldn't decide what color it wanted to be.

The air thickened with mana until it became visible, mist-like currents flowing through the air, forming ribbons of luminescence. When Nova inhaled, he could feel each strand slide into his lungs, resonating with the mark on his chest.

It wasn't pain this time. It was synchronization. "Beastaria's breathing with me now," he said, half to himself, half to the new 'continent' he was traversing. "Guess that means we're past introductions."

The wind responded in low hums. Not natural wind, but vibration, sound forged from mana. It felt like a voice without words.

Lunaris' ears twitched. The cat gave a short, low growl.

"Yeah," Nova whispered, "I hear it too."

He took another step forward, and the continent's hum grew louder. The ridges converged into a sprawling basin.

Massive roots, thick as buildings, coiled around the landscape, pulsing faintly with the same entropy veins that ran beneath the soil. They converged toward a single monolithic crater in the distance.

At its center, suspended in midair, floated an enormous shard of obsidian crystal, hundreds of meters tall, radiating the same energy signature as his mark.

The shard's surface rippled like liquid glass, bleeding slow streaks of black light downward, which solidified into smaller stones the moment they touched the ground.

Nova stopped on the ridge overlooking the basin. His gaze sharpened. "So that's your heart, huh?"

Lunaris tilted its head, softly mewing.

He crouched, placing a hand against the soil. The pulse beneath him matched perfectly with the one radiating from the floating shard. "You're not just terrain anymore. You're forming a core."

The realization made his skin prickle. This wasn't just a new region; it was genesis. Beastaria was making something, growing something, and it was using his energy to do it.

The mark on his chest flared red-black, and he winced, teeth clenching. Images flickered in his mind, too quick to grasp fully. A city of ash. A mirror sun. A mountain that bled. He exhaled slowly, letting the visions dissolve.

"Looks like you're trying to show me something," he said. "Problem is, I don't like being used."

The shard pulsed once. A low rumble followed, deep, subterranean, vibrating through miles of stone. Then came the tremor.

The entire basin shuddered. Jagged spires tore themselves free from the ground, rising like claws reaching for the sky.

Lunaris hissed, leaping off Nova's shoulder. Its fur flared, radiating faint golden light.

"Easy," Nova said, his voice calm despite the chaos.

He stood unmoving as the earth convulsed beneath him. The spires stopped rising, freezing mid-motion, like they were waiting.

"Ah," Nova smirked. "So you do respond to command."

The nearest spire cracked open. From within, a humanoid figure emerged, its body carved from obsidian, veins glowing crimson, head crowned with a halo of fractured shards. Dozens more followed, pulling themselves out of the ground.

They stood silently in formation, all facing Nova. Each bore the same symbol etched into their chest, the mark the Absyalling had branded onto him.

He exhaled through his nose, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Of course. I destroy one monster, and now I've got my own fan club."

The constructs moved in unison. Perfectly synchronized. No hesitation. No fear. Only execution.

Nova raised his hand, conjuring a flicker of entropy light that coiled into a small dagger. "Alright, let's test how loyal my new friends really are."

The first construct lunged. Fast, but not faster than him. Nova sidestepped easily, his dagger slicing through its torso. The creature dissolved instantly, scattering into motes of red dust that spiraled back into the shard's glow.

"Energy recall," he muttered. "They're tethered to the core. Killing one just recycles it." He looked up, eyes narrowing. "Meaning the only way to stop you-" He pointed toward the hovering crystal. "-is to shatter your heart."

Dozens more constructs advanced at once. The air filled with their sharp movements, limbs cutting through the haze with mechanical precision. Nova snapped his fingers.

Dozens of red sigils flared around him, orbiting like miniature stars. "Hellscript Arsenal."

Entropy weapons materialized in sequence, short blades, collapsing glaives, ruin lances, each hovering in synchronized orbit. The ground cracked beneath the surge of raw, destructive energy.

The constructs halted briefly, like prey realizing too late what predator they'd approached.

Nova's smile vanished. "Run."

He unleashed the Arsenal. The weapons struck faster than sight, detonating on impact. Each sigil burned through the basin, releasing concussive waves of entropy that vaporized entire clusters of constructs in seconds.

The sky went black-red with the shockwaves, the shard's glow faltering under the barrage.

Lunaris crouched nearby, eyes narrowed against the light. When the explosions faded, the constructs were gone. The basin was still, the only sound the soft hum of the crystal trying to repair itself.

Nova straightened, breathing evenly. "Guess that's enough for a warning shot."

He reached for the shard's aura with his mana sense. It was still active, but weaker, fractured. It was reacting to him now, no longer dominant but curious. Almost deferential.

Nova frowned, unsure if he'd just won a fight or signed a contract. "You're learning fast, adapting, and even copying my entropy structure."

The shard pulsed again, but this time not with hostility. The light dimmed to a soft red, then formed symbols in the air, ancient runes he couldn't read, shifting faster than language could form.

Lunaris mewed softly, tilting its head at the floating runes. Nova watched in silence. The sigils rearranged themselves once, twice, and finally stabilized into a coherent sequence, a single phrase burned into his mind.

Nova blinked. "…What?"

Before he could react, the shard's glow intensified, releasing a beam that enveloped him entirely. He didn't move, didn't fight it. His instincts screamed to resist, but his body felt no danger, only acceptance.

Information flooded through his mind, not in words but in feelings, memories of Beastaria itself. Not the monsters. Not the landscapes. The soul of the realm.

He saw glimpses of its creation, chaos birthing matter, matter collapsing back into chaos. Titans made of memory. Stars breathing entropy. The Expanse, the Infinite, the pulse of destruction that was both birth and end.

And somewhere within that endless cycle, he saw himself, his mark pulsing in perfect rhythm with the world's core. When the light finally receded, Nova fell to one knee, panting.

The mark on his chest burned, reshaping itself into a new pattern, no longer a scar, but a sigil: the same one that had hovered over the shard.

Lunaris approached cautiously, nuzzling his shoulder. Nova exhaled slowly, voice faint but steady. "I get it now, this place isn't forming a new continent."

He stood, looking around as the land began to shift again, mountains rising in spirals, rivers reversing course, the sky splitting in half to reveal swirling auroras of colorless light.

The shard cracked once, its energy folding into the earth below. The constructs dissolved entirely. The land stabilized, now eerily calm.

Lunaris climbed back onto his shoulder, silent. Nova looked out over the reformed landscape, lush plains and scarlet rivers, radiant and terrifying.

"So this is the next stage of Beastaria," he said quietly. "A continent that mirrors its intruder."

He smirked faintly. "Then let's see how far this reflection can go."

As he began walking again, the horizon shimmered once more. In the far distance, above the crimson plains, a new light blinked into existence, a colossal structure hanging in the air like an inverted pyramid, made entirely of black stone and white fire.

Lunaris let out a low rumble, fur standing on end. He rested a hand on his chest where the new sigil burned faintly beneath his skin.

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