"I am the beginning of all existence. First, there was me, and then came all things—worlds, time, space, and rules..."
The voice of Primordial Light resounded once again, beginning to slowly explain the origins of everything, and the most pressing question that Sterl had—why him?
"When I awoke, all things existed under my gaze. Every vast world, every small world, every speck of dust...
Even if I do not actively observe, these things will always appear in my mind."
Sterl listened quietly, his heart increasingly shaken as his understanding of Primordial Light's existence gradually grew.
In other words, Primordial Light was everything—the source of all existence, somewhat akin to the concept of a Creator in mythologies.
But its true level? It was likely far beyond that of any Creator, surpassing countless layers. The comparison was futile.
Just the passive observation of all the vast worlds in the mother river was beyond Sterl's comprehension.
