In the “main” library, a grimoire of untold potential arrogantly releases it’s power; it deserves to be known, to be read!
Crackling red energy with pink and purple sparks of willful emotions spread out from the book of “Ways to bed dragons, devils and gods.”.
Disturbing the lull of what is written, overflowing concepts, overwriting other books, stepping into the comfort zone of other books and their concepts.
Other books like: “Fairy gravure.”, “Succubi laws.” and “Eligible bachelor wizards.” release their powers in response, equally arrogant.
“Who does this concept think it is?” “Bedding dragons is a fool’s errand!” “Laying with anything else, but those who are eligible is wrong.”
The books communicating with their energies, a strange resonance with the powers of the world; like speaking, but true magic, mental/spiritual concepts affecting reality through resonance.
Like a chain reaction, more and more books release their powers; many different concepts taking “physical” form, magic plants and beasts realize from the energy’s resonance with reality.
That which is not real is attaining power from condensed thought and energy, resonating with what is real, becoming real in the process.
Turning concepts of you mind to power on paper, turning will of spirit to power from resonating your voice with reality… the basics of magic. Illusion = Reality.
An emergency message spreads throughout the castle. “Over ten powerful grimoires in the library are exploding their potential, about to start a magic singularity!”
Spoken from a cold, monotonous, female voice; echoing throughout the castle, warning of a “magic singularity” disaster… whatever that is.
Chad looks shocked and Nyarai seems confused, they run through the castle arriving at the library in records speed; if only the castle was always this easy to move through…
Passing by many Oswald clones that seem actually frantic, running to the library to calm down the willful books.
Chad and Nyarai enter the library door with many Oswald clones seeing; hundreds of tomes and grimoires arguing with spraying their concepts outwards at each other.
Chad walks forward into the storm of godlike magical potential, a storm of collected thought and spirit; able to generate a physical form for a conceptual being, AKA a god.
Bursting rainbow energies, gold of honor for familiars, names and spirits of loyal familiars; red from spirits of war, howling with intentions of war with great combat spirit; blue from purity and cleanliness, a goddess pushing an ocean that sweeps all away, green for corrupted chaotic life, warping boundaries, pushing and pulling the grimoires into the war of concepts.
Nyarai watch on in horror at Chad who walks into what might possibly kill gods, Nyarai not knowing that this definitely could kill gods.
The library turns oddly quiet, the grimoires with still outstretched concepts, colorful energies paint the independent world of the library as Chad enters, in respect of the great wizard.
Shortly after, a new explosion of force of thought is released, the colorful energies of the grimoires vibrate at different frequencies, talking in their own strange voices.
All wanting the attention of the great wizard; voices based on the spirits and personalities of the concepts within the grimoires ring out towards Chad.
Chad enters the center of the library, the center of the thought vortex, the possible magic singularity; the grimoires ring with even louder voices…
A golden flash of light that burns onto mind and spirit, a god’s descent is unforgettable; an overlaying golden image surrounds Chad, attained with only thought and will.
A presence descends onto this independent world, the surrounding grimoires shake and scream in fear; fear of a god of magic, a true master of thought, a king of will.
A golden energy emerges, a concept of mastering thought and magic; an overlaying image of Chad in golden Nightknight armor stretches out their arms, suppressing the rebellious concepts.
A presence like a tyrant, suppressing the world, molding it to his whim with magic; his reason for magic, to attain godhood and conquer reality as king of magic.
A golden feeling, like a winner at life, luck beyond what destiny can hold; the grimoires quiet down, “follow the winner”, “follow the king” is branded onto their will.
A presence so soothing it confuses even concepts. “Why not follow that which is best?” “Follow the king and get rewarded, go against the king and get erased.”
The powers and concepts of the grimoires bow to their master, the golden loyal familiars happily greet him, while the goddess of water and purity thanks him for calming the others.
The green corrupted life force entity flows into Chad, his grimoire; the one that he wrote, one of the biggest trouble makers in this event.
The other grimoires all bow, all trying to gain the adoration of the magic king; his concepts and will would be the best food for these beings.
The ultimate master, one that all other grimoires would be jealous of; becoming his personal spellbook would be their greatest achievement.
There is a thin line between magic and miracle, magic at higher levels resemble miracles; miracles are, but magic borrowed from a greater being, a god.
Nyarai watches in awe, she will never forget the day that the god of magic descended, the day that Chad showed his divinity.