The Folds were unlike anything else.
Not merely a domain to pass through, but a place that demanded reverence and fear.
The sheer weavings of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds required something beyond ordinary Source Units for any entity to maintain its existence within them.
That threshold?
One hundred.
The bare minimum for a being to be classified as a Nascent Source-Bearer. The base line for becoming a True Source Entity, or at least, possessing the level of Complexity necessary to mirror one.
Without it, the moment you stepped into the Folds, you would find your existence unraveled. Caught in an endless collapse of paradoxes, death, rebirth, and destruction all at once.
This was why most beings clung to the shelter of a Wheel of Existence.
But those who had transcended Sources, those who had become True Sources themselves, could break free from that tether- daring to explore the Gravewake Folds unshackled.
Even then…
