Once Ash closed his eyes, he obviously was not planning to take a nap or anything.
No, the moment he closed his eyes, another version of him appeared in the void that remained of the Primordial Expanse.
"Hmm, I wonder if this technically counts as using clones," he muttered to himself as he glanced around.
He'd always disliked the idea of clones, but after gaining the ability to exist everywhere at once, he wasn't sure if it really qualified.
And now, before him lay... whatever remained of the once-mighty Primordial Expanse.
As it was now almost completely barren.
The Father's side of endless, devouring black had been reduced to a flat, empty darkness that stretched endlessly without feature or depth.
The Mother's side of pure, radiant white was equally desolate — a blank, lifeless expanse that no longer held any creative spark.
The boundary that once separated Existence and Nonexistence had long since vanished.
