Silence returned to the lattice.
But not peace.
The war of gods had ended, yet in its aftermath, something vast and ancient began to awaken—a presence older than eternity itself.
The Creator Gods trembled, and even the light of Primovast's Will flickered.
The Fracture Beneath Infinity
At the heart of all existence, where even nothingness could not reach, a single fracture shimmered.
It was not made of space, time, or energy.
It was made of memory—a memory not of creation, but of what came before creation.
Within that rift, voices whispered.
Unfamiliar, wordless, yet heavy with divine dissonance.
"The Will dreams too loud…"
"The lattice hums with false infinity…"
"We… were first."
And from the fracture, something stirred.
A ripple—soft at first—then vast enough to distort countless worlds in its wake.
The Return of the Forgotten
In the high sanctum of the Creator Gods, Time froze.
Not metaphorically—literally.
All clocks, stars, and cycles ceased.
Even Time himself gasped as his own concept wavered.
"Impossible,"
he whispered.
"Nothing should exist concept beyond the Great Primordial's Will."
Darkness turned her gaze toward the Void horizon.
"Then what….. is that?..."
A wave of deep color, older than black, washed across existence.
It devoured even meaning.
The oldest gods remembered something—an ancient fear buried beneath all memory.
A word older than Primovast.
A being that once was not supposed to be remembered.
They had no name for it.
Only the title—The Pre-Primordial Entity.
Serenya's Vision
Far beyond divine realms, Serenya opened her eyes.
Her body trembled under a surge of knowledge not meant for mortals—or gods.
She stood in a dream of grey infinities, where even Primovast's light could not reach.
And there, before her, something looked back.
It had no face, no form.
Only the weight of endless creation.
"You see it too,"
whispered a voice beside her.
She turned.
It was Kaelios, though his outline was fractured—half real, half fiction.
"What is that thing?"
she asked, voice shaking.
Kaelios's eyes reflected the grey nothing.
"The reason Primovast gave up his All-Omni."
Serenya's breath hitched.
"He knew?"
"He remembered,"
Kaelios said quietly.
"That something very greater than true omnipotence, true Omniscience, true omnipresence, True Omnificence beyond exists—and it was waiting."
The Great Will's Awakening
In the Beyond, Primovast stirred within the Boundless Throne.
The air around him shattered into prisms of infinite creation.
Even the Creator Gods bowed in instinctive reverence.
"It returns,"
Primovast murmured.
"The Silence Before Will."
Light stepped forward, fear returning to his divine eyes.
"You mean—there is another layer above even you?"
Primovast's gaze pierced eternity.
> "Above, below… words fail. It existed when neither above nor below yet meant anything."
He rose, his wings unfurling—each scale a universe trembling under his breath.
"The one who rejects creation itself. The First Silence that sleeps between realities."
Chaos smirked weakly.
"Even you sound afraid, old dragon."
"Not afraid,"
he answered softly.
"Reminded."
The Entity Speaks
And then, the voice came.
It did not echo.
It was the echo.
"Primovast. You defied the stillness. You made motion. You wove light into the dark."
"Did you think creation would not answer for its noise?"
The very concept of language fractured.
Stars flickered out. The lattice screamed.
Primovast raised his hand—creation itself forming a barrier of omniversal runes—but it barely held.
"I gave up my true omnipotence and true Omniscience and true Omnipresence and true Omnificence,"
he said, voice calm but strained,
"so that Pre-existence and Pre-nonexistence could become more than a mirrorless."
"And yet,"
replied the Entity,
"you forgot that the mirror still reflects me."
The Revelation
In that instant, all of reality remembered.
Before Primovast.
Before the Void World.
Before Time and Chaos.
There had been something that was not "being" but "pre-being."
A Silence so absolute that even "nothing" was a sound against it.
And from that Silence, Primovast had awoken—not as its enemy, but as its echo.
The Entity had never vanished.
It had simply waited for creation to mature enough to understand it.
Primovast's Declaration
The First Dragon stood at the boundary between Will and Pre-Will. His voice resonated across the true infinite.
"Then so be it. If you are the Stillness before the Song—"
He spread his wings, blazing through all that was.
"—I am the Song that dares to be heard."
The collision shook the omniverse.
Time shattered.
Fiction screamed.
Reality folded upon itself.
The lattice flared—alive, terrified, defiant.
And so began the War Before Existence—a conflict that would decide not creation's survival, but whether existence itself had the right to be.