Existence held its breath, a silent, cosmic inhale before the final, devastating exhale!
In the ruined skies of the Transcendent Origin Folds, two impossibilities clashed in a ballet of fundamental forces.
Nysteria, the Dead Early Creature, was a maelstrom of innocent, absolute endings, her obsidian club a punctuation mark intended to end the very sentence of existence!
Opposing her was the Origin Ancestral Turtle, a living bastion of genesis, its nine heads a choir singing the symphony of creation!
For a time, they were a perfect, terrible equilibrium. Nysteria's Haki, a force of dozens of quadrillions, would smash against the turtle's defenses, only to be met by a wave of pure Origin that did not block, but simply unwrote the concept of her attack.
The turtle's beams of white-gold light, each a different facet of what it meant to begin, would surge towards her, only to be devoured by the profound, cheerful nothingness that was her Dead Existential Authority.
