Lex sat cross-legged in the silent blank point, his expression calm, but his mind a whirlpool of focused intent.
The delicate balance within his soul had shifted once more, reverting to its original state of 70 percent Will and 30 percent Humanity after he had given a fragment of his humanity to the Celestial Mandate.
He closed his eyes, the faint aura around him pulsing steadily as he turned his concentration inward.
The duality within him was stark: the overwhelming power and detachment of the Will clashed with the remnants of his humanity, which clung tenaciously to its existence.
He could not ignore this imbalance anymore. Lex decided to confront it, to bring stability to the core of his existence before it unraveled further.
In deep introspection, he gradually entered a meditative state, the energy surrounding him now eerily calm. Within his mind, he envisioned his soul as a fractured sphere.
One side was a cold, radiant light, representing the Will—vast, logical, and unfeeling. The other side flickered weakly, a dim flame of Humanity, fragile but persistent, a vital reminder of his mortal roots.
The fracture between the two created dissension, preventing them from connecting. He muttered to himself, "Both halves exist, yet they oppose. They are incomplete without each other."
He contemplated for minutes, "should i make them whole?" But the real question was, how?
After countless calculations, with the aid of the crystal ball, he arrived at a solution.
Lex created an illusion of a lifeless yet perfectly ordered small universe, a place where logic ruled supreme.
The galaxies here were evenly spaced, the stars burned in perfect cycles, and although life did exist it could not evolve beyond its first stage.
Because life was inherently chaotic,
But in this universe, there was no room for that.
Here, any change was seen as a mistake. Feelings were treated like errors. Instincts were ignored. Everything was controlled. Time moved in a straight, predictable line, like a perfect machine.
The simulated living things in this place looked alive, but they weren't truly living. They couldn't grow, imagine, or choose. They just followed their programming.
He roamed through this illusionary universe, admiring its precision yet feeling a gnawing emptiness. A single thought crossed his mind: "Perfection without life is nothing but stagnation. A machine devoid of purpose."
After experiencing the illusionary logic universe, he plunged into the next illusion; a vision of pure chaos, a world overflowing with unrestrained emotion and boundless creativity.
Here, stars were born in violent flashes, only to collapse into endless voids moments later. Strange lifeforms surged into existence, shaped by passion and instinct, only to self-destruct in fits of fury, longing, or despair.
He slowly felt the pull of raw emotion; the aching love, the searing pain, and the fleeting joy that gave birth to dreams and desires.
It was beautiful… overwhelming… alive. And yet, he also saw how, without balance, emotion spiraled inward, devouring its own spark until nothing remained.
In that moment of clarity, as he stood within the whirlwind of creation and collapse, a thought formed in his mind:
"Emotion is the spark of creation, but without structure, it consumes itself."
It was the absolute truth born not from reason, nor from feeling alone but from witnessing both.
After that both visions faded, leaving Lex in the blank void once more. Through this, he learned: Neither logic nor emotion could prevail alone. They must coexist, tempering each other to create balance.
Furthermore, he had come to a profound realization: his duality, the opposing forces within him, was both his greatest strength and his most glaring weakness.
The Will, cold and unyielding, gave him authority over the universe, while his Humanity, fragile yet vibrant, connected him to the life he had created.
Although Lex could choose to abandon one aspect of himself, the decision was fraught with an impossible dilemma.
The prospect of abandoning his Will, the source of his authority, meant risking the very power that allowed him to shape and oversee the universe.
Would his authority over the universe diminish, or vanish entirely? He wasn't certain, and the uncertainty itself was stopping him from even attempting it.
Yet, the alternative was no less harrowing. If he chose to abandon his Humanity, the essence of the man he once was
would cease to exist.
No trace of him would remain.The memories of his previous life, his joys, his pain, and the emotions that defined him—would fade into obscurity.
The Will part of him, cold and unrelenting, would see such attachments as unnecessary, erasing them entirely in time.
Lex's thoughts churned. "If I lose my Humanity, I lose myself. If I lose the Will, I lose my purpose and authority. Either way, what remains is incomplete."
The weight of the choice pressed heavily on him, but one truth became clear: abandoning either was not an option. He needed both to be whole, to be Lex not just a will, but a being with both purpose and identity.
To overcome this dilemma, he understood what needed to be done. The two must not coexist and he must not abandon one, the two must become one unified soul.
Activating his unparalleled ability, InfiniteUnderstanding, Lex immersed himself in contemplation. For what felt like centuries within the timeless white void, his mind unraveled the complicated layers of his duality.
Threads of logic intertwined with emotion as he sought the solution. His thoughts spiraled through infinite possibilities, examining every possible angle with meticulous precision.
Each moment brought him closer to the answer, each century refining his vision. He saw the flaws, the strengths, and the path forward. "To blend these two into a singular, unified soul," he thought, "I must transcend what they are now and create something entirely new."
Without hesitation he removed his soul from his body with unnatural precision, making it hover in front of him. His body, now soulless, functioned on pure instinct that Lex had instilled into it.
His body's eyes looked like an emotionless puppet as it stood in front of his soul. The pseudo-body extended its hand and divided the soul into three parts; for the first part of the soul, he cautiously created a metaphysical construct within it.
It was a construct designed with the aim of merging the Will and the Humanity.
The construct was a spinning wheel, radiant with crystalline light and flickering flames. Lex, with meticulous control, channeled the remaining two incomplete souls into the wheel. As they came into contact with the wheel, they both immediately started to resist as they clashed together.
The Will tried to freeze the wheel, while Humanity caused its flames to flare uncontrollably. These two opposing forces struggled within the wheel, each trying to assert its dominance over the other.
The wheel began to spin faster, containing the chaos and forcing the two forces to interact rather than destroy each other.
The crystalline light began to absorb some of the warmth from the flames, softening its rigidity, while the flames drew structure from the light, becoming more stable and focused.
After a long period of time, the wheel glowed brighter, and the alternating patterns of the two souls blurred as their energies started to merge.
Lex watched intently, controlling the process with precision. His thoughts focused on maintaining equilibrium, ensuring that neither force overwhelmed the other.
As the spinning of the wheel slowed, the woven energies stabilized into a perfect sphere, transforming into the Soul of Perfect Harmony.
After that, the wheel dissipated and returned to its previous state, its purpose fulfilled, and it re-merged with the sphere, becoming a unified soul as it hovered before Lex's body.
Lex extended his hand and took the sphere into his hands, wanting to reabsorb it. The moment he absorbed it, a profound transformation occurred: He felt both the clarity of logic and the vibrancy of emotion, but without conflict.
His thoughts became sharper, his decisions more intuitive.
What surprised him most was the "Soul of Perfect Harmony" after the transformation. His soul now had characteristics he never had before; his soul now had dynamic traits.
For example, if his emotions became overwhelming, the logical aspects provided stability. If logic became rigid, the emotional aspects restored flexibility.
Also, his soul now perfectly aligned with the universe, allowing him to interact with the universe on a deeper level.
Before, he could control the flow of time, space, and energy, but now, time, space, and the other laws became an extension of himself.
Lex now returned to the man he once was in his previous life, yet he was also something entirely different.
The memories and essence of his former self remained, but they were now intertwined with the vast understanding and power he had gained as the Will of the universe.
His purpose had evolved; no longer bound by mortal desires or fleeting goals, it now aligned with a grand purpose.
The way he perceived the world had changed profoundly. Where once he saw life through the lens of a single mortal existence, he now observed the universe as a vast, interconnected tapestry.
He now understood the delicate balance between chaos and order from different perspectives, creation and destruction, and how each thread played a role in shaping existence.
He was no longer just a man now, nor solely a cosmic force. He had become a being of purpose.
His perspective was no longer limited by the constraints of time or mortality; he could see the infinite possibilities that lay ahead, and he was resolved to shape them with care and precision.
He stood in the blank point, his eyes reflecting the vastness of the universe from this location. For the first time in eons, Lex felt whole; not as the man he once was, nor as the detached Will he had become, but as a harmonious blend of both the real 'HIM'.