The Temple of Divine Unity stood in solemn silence at the heart of the Divine Realm. Once the crowning jewel of the Primordial Universe, it now loomed like a mausoleum—a monument to a dying age. Its radiant golden spires, chipped and faded, pierced through the ever-dimming skies. The divine light that once bathed the heavens flickered like a candle caught in a storm, casting long shadows that seemed to mourn the passing of time.
Inside the grand temple, ancient gods gathered for what would be their final convergence.
Twelve thrones, forged from the fundamental laws of existence, formed a perfect circle around a glowing sphere—the Inheritance Nexus. From this divine artifact pulsed the last hope of their universe. Within it, the essences of the gods shimmered, waiting to be bestowed upon worthy successors in distant worlds. Each deity had poured their divinity, their life essence, into this vessel, creating a legacy for those strong enough to bear it.
The God of Time, his long silver hair cascading like waterfalls of stardust, leaned forward on his throne. His ageless face was etched with deep lines, marks of eternal wisdom and regret. His once-powerful aura now flickered like the last embers of a dying fire.
"We no longer have the strength to resist them head-on," he said, voice heavy with sorrow. "The next time the Void Domain strikes, it will be our end."
A hush fell. Even gods had grown weary. The once-proud forces of creation now stood on the brink of extinction.
The God of Space, his eyes swirling with endless galaxies, exhaled slowly. "Who would have thought that we, the pillars birthed at the creation of the Primordial Universe, would see its twilight? The God of Wisdom and the God of Foresight were right. The optimal future you glimpsed... was never ours to reach."
From the side, the God of Wisdom stood, draped in flowing robes woven from pure causality. His gaze was distant, as though he could see the threads of fate unraveling. He simply nodded. "It is time."
As if summoned by those words, runes blazed across the surface of the Inheritance Nexus. It hovered above the altar, trembling with power. The air thickened with divine energy, crackling with the weight of the gods' impending sacrifice.
The gods rose one by one, their forms radiant with divine power. The God of Fire, flames dancing across his bronze skin. The Goddess of Life, her presence a warm breeze on dead earth. The God of War, scars etched in divine steel, his aura a living storm of conflict. The Goddess of Death, cloaked in twilight, her eyes as still as forgotten graves. And many more—each a deity, a concept, a law personified.
They stretched their hands toward the Nexus. Divine flames leapt from their bodies and souls, infusing the artifact with boundless essence. One by one, they severed their links to eternity and poured everything they were into the Nexus.
A whisper spread across countless universes. Mortal cultivators, kings, saints, and prodigies shivered unknowingly as celestial light descended. The first wave of successors received their inheritance—a spark of divinity aligned with their affinity.
In a war-torn realm of swords and talismans, a blind boy awakened the sight of the God of Insight. In a distant martial world, a crippled orphan's veins pulsed with the strength of the God of War. A Saintess bathed in starlight inherited the serenity of the Goddess of Life.
All except one.
The final successor—the one chosen by both the God of Time and the God of Space—had not yet received their blessing. His fate was unique. Born with an unparalleled affinity for both time and space, the gods had waited, crafting a legacy that surpassed their own. They had believed that his power would eclipse even theirs, but fate had other plans.
But fate, ever cruel, refused to wait.
A rift tore open above the Temple. The skies darkened, swirling with a malignant force. They had come.
From the chasm of nothingness emerged figures draped in entropy. Their forms shimmered, not quite real—like oil on water, like shadows swallowing light. These were the Void Heralds, emissaries of the Void Domain—a realm of uncreation from beyond the Chaos Void Domain. Their power was disintegration incarnate. They were antithesis made flesh.
"Still playing with sparks, little gods?" one Herald sneered, its voice a chorus of screaming stars, a sound that grated against the very fabric of reality.
The gods stood. Though weakened, they still bore dignity, the echoes of their ancient power still vibrant in their souls.
The God of War surged forward, his blade igniting a dozen laws at once. "This is our realm. You will not pass."
The battle erupted, chaos sweeping through the Temple. The gods' attacks rained down, but the Void Heralds were insidious, their very presence corroding the divine laws around them. The Temple shook as the void's influence spread. Mountains outside crumbled into dust. Stars dimmed in mourning. The gods, even in their prime, struggled to fend off the invaders.
But the Void Heralds were relentless. The God of Foresight staggered, his body flickering as if caught between multiple timelines. "The sealing must begin—now!" he shouted, his voice strained.
The God of Time nodded gravely. The moment had arrived.
They couldn't wait for the final inheritance. The Nexus was still connected, but they couldn't afford to waste another second. The ritual had to continue—even as the Void pressed in.
Together, the gods invoked the Sacrifice Seal, a forbidden divine formation that wove their lives into a barrier—one capable of trapping the invading Void Divine Beings and sealing the entire Primordial Universe.
The Heralds screamed in fury. A few tried to flee, but the formation ignited with the laws of origin, time, space, and causality. The heavens themselves seemed to collapse inward.
And in the center of the chaos—the Inheritance Nexus pulsed violently, as if it sensed the shift in fate. The final successor's slot activated with a brilliant burst of light.
The gods cried out, their voices echoing in the void. They were still connected to the Nexus.
The essence of all the gods, meant to be divided among successors, rushed into the final slot. The divine fire of all creation surged into one vessel.
That vessel—a youth who had not yet awakened—was struck by the power of every law, every path, every divine concept.
It was too much.
The Nexus, overloaded and unstable, ruptured space. As the barrier closed and the Primordial Universe sealed itself into timeless stillness, a flash of light burst from the Nexus.
A single figure—wrapped in swirling light and divine essence—was launched into the Chaos Void. And with him, the Inheritance Nexus vanished from the Divine Realm.
He fell.
Across shattered realms. Through broken timelines and fading stars. Past the howling remnants of dead universes.
Until finally, unseen by gods and Heralds alike, he crashed into a war-torn world—one unknowingly standing at the edge of Void corruption.
And there, the successor of gods would awaken.
Not as a deity.
But as a boy.
A boy whose rise would decide the fate of creation itself.
End of Prologue.