The beings of pure light from the other dimension began to share their knowledge of the void, their thoughts flowing into Ethan's mind in a torrent of ancient understanding. He saw visions of cosmic battles fought across the boundaries of reality, eons ago, when the void had first emerged, a primordial darkness seeking to consume all existence.
The void is not a force to be conquered, but a hunger to be contained, their thoughts echoed. It cannot be destroyed, only pushed back, its influence limited by the strength of the dimensional barriers.
They showed him the true nature of the barriers, intricate networks of energy woven across the fabric of the multiverse, maintained by their collective will and the power of the ancient nexus points. The Cellucas' reckless actions had weakened these barriers, creating rifts that the void was now probing.
Your tracker… it resonates with the ancient energies that form these barriers, they explained. It can be a tool to mend the tears, to reinforce the weak points. But you must learn to wield it with precision, with understanding.
They showed Ethan more complex patterns of harmonic resonance, intricate sequences that could be used to weave stronger shields, to seal breaches in the dimensional fabric, and even to push back against the void's direct influence. It was a mastery of energy on a scale he could barely comprehend.
The Cellucas sought to control the void, their thoughts carried a hint of sorrowful understanding. They believed they could harness its power. But the void corrupts all it touches. Their ambition would have led only to their own destruction, and the further weakening of the barriers.
"So, we can't destroy the void?" Ethan asked, a sense of despair creeping in.
Its nature is beyond destruction as you understand it, they replied. It is a fundamental absence. The only way to fight it is to strengthen the light, to reinforce existence against the encroaching darkness.
They showed him visions of their own struggles against the void, eons of vigilance, of constant effort to maintain the balance. It was a never-ending war, fought on the fringes of reality.
The Cellucas' actions have reawakened the void's awareness in this sector of the multiverse, their thoughts carried a sense of urgency. The rifts must be sealed. The barriers must be strengthened. The balance must be restored.
The weight of this ancient war, the unending struggle against the void, settled heavily upon Ethan. He was now a part of this cosmic battle, a new guardian on the front lines. The knowledge shared by the beings from beyond was a powerful weapon, but the responsibility was immense. The echoes of ancient wars resonated across dimensions, a stark reminder of the stakes involved.