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“That was always a part of me but aren’t there other people more rational than me?” “Yes but you have traits that will allow you to survive in Foserense.” “Like what?” Goddess chuckled. “David, the knowledge I have cannot be understood by a human.” “Oh, God works in mysterious ways right?” “No. People tend to forget that I am omniscient, well at least as omniscient as I want to be.” “And? Doesn’t that mean you would know how to explain to me in a way that I would understand?” “I do but you are not omniscient. Explaining it to you in a way you would understand would take an inordinate amount of time, time that I am not interested in spending, explaining to you.”

A pause. “You’re looking in the wrong direction.” “Who the hell are you?!” I bellowed. The scent… the presence… it was everywhere. It coiled like smoke around my mind. I couldn’t lock onto him—couldn’t sense him. “What the fuck is this creep?” Scott barked, spinning like a madman. “I can feel him. I can feel him everywhere!” “This is Omniscient,” Sylvia said, her voice oddly calm. “I’ve read about it. A rare skill… the user creates a mental realm and drags others inside. It can be physical, spiritual—or mental. We’re inside his constructed space.”

To look upon it was to be rewritten. Kieran staggered back, bleeding from the eyes, the ears, and the soul. He had to write. Not to escape. To warn. To preserve it and to reach Roy before it did. Kieran had become omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent; he became a god himself. But what is a god to truth incarnate?

“Hear me out first.” When Soyet merely pursed his lips, Laura rubbed her forefinger and thumb, trying to compose her thoughts as fast as she could. “I remember you saying you’re an omniscient existence. By definition, it reflects a being who knows everything, so it follows that you—” “Get to the point,” he snapped, making her wince.

"What line am I supposed to say here? Should I say… Yes? Or no?" Theodore's brow seemed to raise slightly as he snapped his fingers. Two men in black suddenly walked out from the corner. They then stuffed the man on the floor into a sack and carried him out. While they were doing that, I walked around the room, looking for cameras. Unfortunately, I found nothing. I quickly figured everything out. They must be using pinhole cameras! After the man was carried out, the door closed again. Theodore sat down in a chair not far away. He asked, "Your name."

Until It decides to experience these wonders. The Omniverse comes to an end. The heinous horrendous being with unlimited power beyond mortal mind awoken amidst endless, boundless dark space with the infinite cycle of the creation and destruction of the countless star. In this ultimate chaos, the supreme being is alone in the center of the endless ultimate chaos its mind reminiscence about the unknown things of wonders it had dreamt. The countless eon passed it reminiscence stopped. It is starting to slumber again. This time it wanted to experience, it wanted to know, it wanted to live among its own creation.

** Omniscient Narrator ** Anna took a few steps closer to Jimmy, the tears pooling in her eyes. “Tell me it is not true, Jimmy. You didn’t do it, did you?” She begged for reassurance, she was just finding it difficult to believe that the man she had willingly shared her bed with for so many months would try to take everything away from her; a man she loved with everything in her.

Nesryn said thoughtfully. “And it should be the last,” I said. Just like mind-link allowed me to communicate with every single soul in my pack. The omniscient sight helped me monitor every individual in the pack unnoticed. Blind-spots appeared when someone concealed their presence from my sight. Not many knew of my omniscient sight, and those who did could do nothing to evade it. So, it was important for me to catch that mouse before it caused trouble for me and my family. “Is the blind-spot still there?” Nesryn asked.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

For I didn’t only hear the tale in the words. I saw it. I tasted it. I smelled it. Not through my own eyes, but through the eyes of those who had been with me, the perspective moving from person to person, giving me a bizarre sensation of omniscience. Like…like I was seeing events as the gods did. I observed myself, jaw pulled tight and amber eyes ablaze with anxiety, my step awkward and tortured. All around me, there were gasps as people in the audience felt an echo of what each step had been like for me, and I flinched.