Leon stared at the radiant sphere suspended in the void, stunned into silence. For the first time since stepping into this space, he didn't know what to think. Ignorance. The word felt wrong, misplaced, almost insulting.
How could something as vast as origin, something that predated worlds and laws, claim ignorance as its failure?
He didn't voice the question. He didn't need to.
"There is something you should know, Leon," the core said, its light steady, unblinking.
"No primordial has ever truly understood me."
Leon remained still, his gaze fixed as the voice continued to echo through the emptiness.
"All they were capable of was manipulating my energy. And that was only natural. Their existence was derived from me, so of course they could draw upon my power. Shape it. Refine it. Use it. But understanding?" The light pulsed once, faintly.
"They never reached that point."
