Lex, still at the blank point, sat cross-legged, his expression calm, but his mind a whirlpool of focused intent.
The delicate balance within his soul shifted once more, reverting to its original state of 70 percent will and 30 percent humanity after he gave a fragment of his humanity to the Celestial mandate.
He closed his eyes, his faint aura pulsing steadily as he turned his concentration inward.
His inner conflict was stark. The overwhelming power and detachment of the Will clashed with the remnants of his humanity, which clung tenaciously to existence.
He could no longer ignore the imbalance. He was determined to address it and restore stability to the core of his existence before it all fell apart.
As he slipped into a deep state of introspection, he gradually entered a meditative state. The energy around him grew eerily still. In the quiet of his mind, he envisioned his soul as a fractured sphere, and instantly, the image became reality.
One side emitted a cold, radiant light representing the Will: vast, logical, and unfeeling. The other side flickered weakly—a dim flame of humanity. Fragile yet persistent, it was a vital reminder of his mortal roots.
The fracture between the two created dissension, preventing connection. He muttered to himself, "Both halves exist, yet they oppose each other. They are incomplete without each other."
He contemplated this for several minutes. "Should I make them whole?" he thought. But the real question was how.
Fortunately, he had the crystal ball, which helped him find the solution after countless calculations and silent deliberations.
He stood up, waved his hand, and created a lifeless but perfectly ordered little miniverse, a world where logic reigned supreme.
The galaxies here were evenly spaced, the stars burned in perfect cycles, and although life existed, it could not evolve beyond its first stage. For life was inherently chaotic, but there was no room for chaos in this universe.
Here, any change was seen as a mistake. Feelings were treated like errors. Instincts were ignored. Everything was controlled. Time moved in a straight, predictable line, like a perfect machine.
The simulated living things in this place looked alive, but they weren't truly living. They couldn't grow, imagine, or choose. They just followed their programming.
He roamed through this illusionary miniverse, admiring its precision yet feeling a gnawing emptiness. A single thought crossed his mind:
"Perfection without life is nothing but stagnation. A machine devoid of purpose."
After spending days immersed in the illusionary logic miniverse, he destroyed it and then plunged into the next illusion.
This second miniverse was a world of pure chaos, a world overflowing with unrestrained emotion and boundless creativity.
Here, stars were born in violent flashes, only to collapse into endless voids moments later. Strange lifeforms surged into existence, shaped by passion and instinct of the laws of this miniverse only to self-destruct in fits of fury, longing, or despair.
He slowly felt the pull of raw emotion; the aching love of two couples in a small planet, the searing pain of dying soldier, and the fleeting joy that gave birth to dreams and desires.
It was beautiful… overwhelming… alive. And yet, he also saw how, without balance, emotion spiraled inward, devouring its own spark until nothing remained.
In that moment of clarity, as he stood in the whirlwind of creation and collapse, an epiphany struck him, a thought formed in his mind:
"Emotion is the spark of creation, but without structure it consumes itself."
It was the absolute truth born not from reason alone, nor from feeling alone, but from witnessing both.
After that, the second illusionary miniverse faded away, leaving Lex once again in the empty white void. Through this, he learned: Neither logic nor emotion can prevail alone. They must coexist, tempering each other to create balance.
He had also come to a profound realization: his duality, the opposing forces within him, was both his greatest strength and his most glaring weakness.
The will, cold and unyielding, gave him authority over the universe, while his humanity, fragile yet vibrant, connected him to the life he had created.
Though Lex could choose to abandon one aspect of himself, the decision was fraught with an impossible dilemma.
The prospect of giving up his will, the source of his authority, meant risking the very power that allowed him to shape and oversee the universe.
Would his authority over the universe diminish or disappear altogether? He wasn't sure, and the uncertainty itself kept him from even trying.
But the alternative was no less frightening. If he chose to abandon his humanity, the essence of the man he once was would cease to exist.
No trace of him would remain. The memories of his former life, his joys, his pains, and the emotions that defined him would fade into obscurity.
The will part of him, cold and implacable, would see such attachments as unnecessary and erase them completely in time.
Lex's thoughts churned. "If I lose my humanity, I lose myself. If I lose my will, I lose my purpose and authority. Either way, what is left is incomplete."
The weight of the choice weighed heavily on him, but one truth became clear: giving up one or the other was not an option. He needed both to be whole, to be Lex, not just a will, but a being with purpose and identity.
To overcome this impossible dilemma, he understood what had to be done. The two could not coexist and he could not abandon one, the two must become one unified soul.
He activated his unparalleled ability from the crystal ball - Infinite Understanding. He plunged into deep meditation.
For what seemed like centuries in the timeless white void, his mind unraveled the intricate layers of his duality.
Threads of logic intertwined with emotion as he searched for the solution. His thoughts spiraled through infinite possibilities, examining every possible angle with meticulous precision.
Each moment brought him closer to the answer, each century refined his vision. He saw the flaws, the strengths, and the way forward.
"To merge these two into a single, unified soul," he thought, "I must transcend what they are now and create something entirely new."
Without hesitation, he removed his soul from his body with unnatural precision, allowing it to float in front of him. His body, now soulless, functioned on pure instinct that Lex had instilled in it.
The eyes of his body looked like an emotionless puppet as it stood in front of his soul in the form of a sphere.
The body extended its hand and divided the soul into three parts; for the first part of the soul, it carefully created a metaphysical construct within it.
It was a construct designed to merge the will and the humanity.
The construct was a spinning wheel, glowing with crystalline light and flickering flames. Lex, with meticulous control, channeled the remaining two incomplete souls into the wheel.
When they came into contact with the wheel, they both immediately began to resist as they clashed.
The Will attempted to freeze the Wheel, while Humanity caused its flames to flare uncontrollably. These two opposing forces struggled within the wheel, each trying to assert its dominance over the other.
The wheel began to spin faster, containing the chaos and forcing the two forces to interact rather than destroy each other.
The crystalline light began to absorb some of the heat from the flames, softening its rigidity, while the flames drew structure from the light, becoming more stable and focused.
After a long time, the wheel glowed brighter and the alternating patterns of the two souls blurred as their energies began to merge.
Lex watched intently, controlling the process with precision. His thoughts focused on maintaining the balance, ensuring that neither force overwhelmed the other.
As the spinning of the wheel slowed, the intertwined energies stabilized into a perfect sphere, transforming into the Soul of Perfect Harmony.
Then the wheel dissipated and returned to its previous state, its purpose fulfilled, and it rejoined the sphere, becoming a unified soul as it hovered before Lex's body.
Lex reached out and took the soul sphere in his hands, ready to reabsorb it.
The moment he absorbed it, a profound transformation occurred: for the first time, he felt both the clarity of logic and the vibrancy of emotion, but without conflict.
His thoughts became sharper, his decisions more intuitive.
What surprised him the most was the "Soul of Perfect Harmony" after the transformation. His soul now had characteristics he never had before; his soul now had dynamic characteristics.
For example, when his emotions became overwhelming, the logical aspects provided stability. When logic became rigid, the emotional aspects restored flexibility.
Also, his soul was now perfectly aligned with the universe, allowing him to interact with the universe on a deeper level.
Before, he could control the flow of time, space, and energy, but now time, space, and the other laws became an extension of himself.
Lex returned to the man he had been in his previous life, but he was also something completely different.
The memories and essence of his former self remained, but they were now intertwined with the vast understanding and power he had gained as the Will of the Cosmos.
His purpose had evolved; no longer bound by mortal desires or fleeting goals, it was now aligned with a grand purpose.
The way he perceived the world had changed profoundly. Where once he saw life through the lens of a single mortal existence, he now viewed the universe as a vast, interconnected tapestry.
He now understood the delicate balance between chaos and order from different perspectives, creation and destruction, and how each thread played a role in shaping existence.
He was no longer just a man, nor just a cosmic force. He had become a being of purpose.
His perspective was no longer limited by the constraints of time or mortality; he could see the infinite possibilities that lay before him, and he was determined to shape them with care and precision.
He stood in the Blank Point, his eyes reflecting the vastness of the universe from that vantage point.
For the first time in eons, Lex felt whole; not as the man he had once been, nor as the detached will he had become, but as a harmonious blend of both. The real HIM.