The Highest Will had stepped fully into the reality of the main universe; his eyes were open.
He was no longer sitting cross-legged on the empty void. His legs were down, and his blue monk robe drifted at the edges as he moved.
The humanoid with an elephant head.
A trunk that stretched down to infinity, and two ivory tusks that curved in front of his face adorned his face.
His hands, which were neither fat nor slim, hung freely by his side.
His feet, which were exposed, dry and grey, also hung down with the toes pointed forward.
Those two eyes of his, unable to be described with any known language, casually looked around at the entire cosmos. Everything was before his eyes.
Everything.
His gaze pierced the two Alphaverses, his sights settling on the Slimes and ants that had suddenly stopped fighting; his vision identified the massive swarm of enslaved creatures heading his way.
Everything the universe now had to offer was laid bare in front of his eyes.
