Spawn

Chapter 10: I Am Transcendence

Tejima felt a surge of understanding ripple through him, a profound connection that transcended the very fabric of existence.

In this realm of boundless nothingness, he was no longer just a host; he was entwined with Cron's essence, each heartbeat echoing the cosmic rhythm of the symbiote's being.

The void around him pulsed with energy, a silent symphony of power resonating through every particle of what could only be described as an infinite consciousness.

In this transcendent state, Tejima sensed the infinite layers of Cron's strength, each one a testament to the symbiote's ancient existence.

He could feel echoes of forgotten battles, whispers of worlds swallowed by darkness, and the lingering aftermath of celestial collisions.

Time and space twisted and folded upon themselves, revealing glimpses of possibilities—parallel realities where chaos reigned, where Cron was not just a player but the architect of fate itself.

The sensation overwhelmed him, like standing on the precipice of an unfathomable abyss, and yet, paradoxically, feeling utterly grounded.

It was as if he were floating in a dream, where every thought shaped reality, every emotion crafted the cosmos.

Tejima's mind raced as he struggled to comprehend the implications of this connection. Could he truly wield such power?

Could he, in partnership with Cron, bend the universe to his will?

Yet, amid the wonder, a lingering doubt gnawed at him. What price would he pay for this power?

Cron's motives were shrouded in mystery, and Tejima, still unaware of what was at play, found himself teetering between exhilaration and fear.

In this realm, he was not just a vessel; he was a potential harbinger of the destruction or salvation of both.

The choices he would make could ripple through countless dimensions, shifting the balance of existence itself.

As he drifted deeper into this understanding, the physical form of Cron became more defined, an embodiment of shadows and light, chaos and order.

Tejima reached out instinctively, yearning to grasp the essence that felt so intimately intertwined with his own soul.

A pulse of energy responded to his call, and for a fleeting moment, they were not merely symbiote and host but a singular entity, intertwined in purpose and fate.

In that instant, visions flooded Tejima's mind—fractured memories of lives lived in the shadows, battles fought in the name of survival, and the raw, unfiltered hunger for power that drove Cron forward.

Tejima felt the weight of those experiences settle upon him, urging him to embrace this new reality.

He was meant for something greater, yet with that came a responsibility that he could scarcely fathom.

And then, as abruptly as it began, the connection faltered, leaving Tejima suspended in the void, breathless and yearning.

The echoes of Cron's power reverberated within him, and he understood that this was just the beginning.

To navigate the complexities of their bond, he would need to awaken his own potential, to harness the energy that coursed through his veins.

But he could not focus on that because at that very micro instant Tejima had begun to experience experiences that were not his, but Cron's.

Experiences that began to test his morals, but these were not just random experiences, they were the worst of the worst of Cron's memories.

Tejima had begun to see visions of mass torture, mass destruction...mass suffering.