New World

Vincent looked at the space within the Scroll of Creation, his brow furrowed in surprise. He had never thought that the planes could be blown up like a balloon. Gone was the confined canvas he'd known before. Instead, a vast expanse stretched before him, a boundless plane that seemed to mimic a real world. It was so huge that Vincent could not even see the boundary of the plane. It seemed boundless; Vincent felt as though it was a real world. The implications were staggering. No longer was he limited by a tiny stage; he was now a sculptor with a celestial canvas.

Vincent could feel a large amount of energy and matter welling within the plane. He could simply apply the rules and he would have been able to sculpt this world to how he wanted it to look like and create the world that he wanted. A thrill of exhilaration coursed through him. He could feel the raw energy and pulsating matter within the plane, a blank slate begging for his touch. This was the crucial step, the metam