A beautiful garden.
The walls surrounding it guarded a large black and gray door at its center, as if protecting something sacred. Suddenly, someone appeared.
He knocked on the door.
A harsh sound echoed as it began to open slowly, interrupting the peace of the surroundings.
In contrast to the door's imposing size, the scenery was serene. The one opening it was UCREAJ, the god of creation.
He looked tired… but happy.
In his hand, he held a purple fragment. He had finally understood it. It could not only generate energy—it could enhance it.
That fragment's origin was unknown, but UCREAJ had already deciphered it: it could multiply power… and also grant abilities.
A smile crossed his face.
The doors opened fully, revealing an incomplete armor. At its chest, a hollow space awaited something.
UCREAJ raised the purple fragment and, with great care, placed it.
Then, he used all his power: he touched the armor, poured his divine essence… and the glow was so intense that for an instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent.
The armor activated.
Vibrant, powerful, perfect.
UCREAJ observed it closely, ecstatic. He didn't know exactly what abilities it had awakened, but he was sure of one thing: these armors would be the core of his army.
However, the effort was too much. He collapsed to the ground, exhausted from using so much energy. From the grass, he looked up at the sky.
That whiteness… he hated it.
With a sigh, he decided to change it.
And so, mixing blue and yellow, he shaped the new sky of his world.
Then he remembered what he had to do: create soldiers. And he did.
Nine beings in his likeness.
When he created them, all fell silent. They watched him strangely, though he spoke firmly:
—You are my creations. You must follow me faithfully.
One of them, the most curious, asked:
—What is our purpose?
UCREAJ didn't know how to answer.
He hesitated for a few seconds… then deflected the question:
—Come. I will show you.
They obeyed. Though they knew something wasn't right.
UCREAJ led them to another chamber. There, nine armors awaited, each with a blue fragment. One of them had his same colors.
He had considered discarding it, but kept it: he needed a commander.
Then, he raised his hands.
An overwhelming power flowed from his body. The ground trembled, the air tore apart… and in the midst of that chaos, he launched a beam that activated the nine armors.
He fell unconscious.
When he awoke, the nine beings were asleep beside him.
That unsettled him. He only slept to avoid the white place. Why were they sleeping too?
He woke them. Showed them the armors.
—These armors I created… now belong to you.
One of them—the same who had asked before—took the armor that shared his colors. Upon touching it, the armor fused with him like a symbiote.
In seconds, it merged with his body. Perfectly. Flawlessly.
The others followed his lead.
Meanwhile, UCREAJ returned to his own armor, ignoring the strange feeling it gave him. Something was wrong, but he chose not to think about it.
Then, an attack struck him.
A sudden assault.
His body froze for a moment.
The impact left him motionless. As he regained control, he saw one of his soldiers: he had blue horns and a black arrow on his chest.
—I am now the Devastator —he said in a deep voice.
One by one, the others proclaimed new titles.
But the last one, the one with the same armor as UCREAJ, raised his voice with a name that echoed:
—I am the Marshal of the Schism.
UCREAJ was stunned.
He had never given them those names. He asked why. They all answered at once:
—The fragments told us.
That… filled him with fear.
One of them, named the Sieger, tested his abilities uncontrollably.
He summoned ten massive planets, so colossal they seemed to crush the world itself. UCREAJ, terrified, shouted:
—WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Without thinking, his weapon appeared. A double-edged sword, sharp on both sides.
With a single slash…
the planets were destroyed.
Their remains were not whole. Only floating dust remained, formless fragments scattered in the air.
But that only made things worse.
The Seer, one of the nine, turned to the Master of Trauma:
—Do it. Use the power of Tobernillo.
Tobernillo hesitated.
—I can do it alone —he said, but his will was ignored.
Manipulated, he used his ability.
The debris was absorbed. The environment was saved… but UCREAJ no longer felt like the creator of it all.
—How did you know Tobernillo had that power? —he asked the Seer.
—Because I see the future… and its possibilities.
And with that, everything changed