He defeated the illusory version of the Unweaver with a single arrow.
It hadn't been as powerful, only the first right reflection on the Minor River of Reality, but it was still a reflection.
A reflection of power. Of the intricate, impossible weight of his existence in this moment.
And yet it fell in the face of an Empyreal Clone currently capable of displaying x5,000% of the power of his Main Body…
5,000%!
Such was the magnitude of power his Clones had achieved under the core features of the Enneagram.
He commanded a Supermassive Empyreal Cosmos born of countless trillions of Empyreal Galaxies and Universes surpassing all others. And with his Clones able to wield 5,000% of that power?
The gap between him and a normal Cosmic Filament Entity- beings who were supposedly entire realms beyond him, became meaningless.
After receiving confirmation, he gave only a quiet nod, bow still cradled in his left hand as he looked forward.
