Ethan hadn't been idle at all. After performing the ascension ritual on his family and becoming a candidate of Origin, a whole new primordial concept on its own, he'd been trying to comprehend what it meant to be Origin. At his current level of power, strength was determined by the number of skills or spells in your arsenal, but your comprehension of who you are.
He was Origin, and what did Origin mean?
Origin was not a beginning. That was the first misconception.
Beginnings implied sequence; first, then second, then onward. Origin did not care for sequence. It did not stand at the start of a line.
It was the reason the line could exist at all.
Origin was the permission for existence.
It was the silent law that allowed things to be born, to change, to evolve, to become something more, or something less. It was not creation in the simple sense. Creation could be replicated, copied, or even stolen.
Origin could not.
