Ethan in his true primord form drifted in the boundless void, his vast body suspended in silence. The ancient symbol etched into his forehead pulsed with a faint radiance, each throb echoing like a heartbeat through eternity. His breaths were slow, steady—serene, as though no force in existence could stir him. Yet within that calm, a single ache gnawed at him. He longed to return. He longed to see his family again.
"Hello there, Voryn Aetherforge. We meet once again."
The voice did not simply reach his ears—it reverberated through the fabric of his soul, resonating like an ancient hymn sung at the dawn of creation. Ethan's eyes snapped open, and the void itself seemed to brighten at their light.
Before him floated a figure. A man.
He was dwarfed in size by Ethan's massive form, appearing no greater than a mote of dust against the primord's vastness. Yet Ethan's instincts screamed. This was no speck. No accident. No trivial thing.
