Right after the Heavenly Emperor dropped, something clicked.
With drums humming in the deepest part of his being, the cracks spread, and it finally broke.
First his memories, and then his power.
It all crashed into his being at once.
At first, the memories were unbearable, and as moments passed, he got used to them.
Some seconds passed, and apathy took over.
His body began to crack, fissures appearing on his skin, and blackness oozed out of them.
Soon, the skin began to melt, but he felt no pain.
No, he was above all of that.
With his memories regained, his powers unsealed, pain was a foreign concept to him.
He was the Emptiness.
. . .
When there was nothing, he was.
In the absence of everything, he was.
In the beginning, there was only emptiness.
Matter formed with an aberration of power—born out of pure void.
Soon, the matter gathered, and stars and planets took form.
