A New Transcended

Mataia felt nervous. For much of her life, she had sought to improve herself, both mentally and physically, to this point.

Now she was ready.

Her mandibles clicked excitedly, as she felt herself detach fully from reality. The material world faded around her, the eldritch hellscape of the Void bathing her in its embrace.

She felt its energies swirling to her. Like an empty vessel, they filled her.

Eldritch power shaped itself around her being.

A searing pain filled Mataia. She felt a piece of her missing, a gap in her existence.

Piece by piece, she was being torn asunder and remade anew. The Void rushed to fill the gap.

For what seemed like an eternity and an instant, Mataia was reborn as a full Transcended.

The material world crashed into her, breaking apart into waves as reality trembled from her ascension.

The past, the present, the possible futures. Mataia could feel and perceive them all.

From a single point, she could see a universe be born in the past. She watched as the first stars were born and he first civilisations built themselves. She could see her own birth all the way to her Transcendance.

But from that point, everything branched off. Limitless futures branched off into yet more limitless futures.

What could have been. What should have been. What was, what is, what will be.

She buckled and swayed, a feeling of pressure overwhelming her being.

For the first time, she had experienced the immeasurable gift, and burden, of infinity.

Mataia’s awe and dread at the sights before her were suddenly cut off as a reassuring hand rested itself on her thorax.

A humanoid female stood next to Mataia. Mataia gazed towards Marathoth and reasserted herself. Wordlessly, Mataia’s expression shifted from uneasiness to relief as the Outer God embraced her tightly.

Today, the Transcended welcomed another into their ranks.