The Boundless Throne cracked.
From its core, the True Infinite Lattice shivered, bleeding radiance that was neither light nor darkness.
Every plane, every world, every dream—trembled.
Across the omniverse, mortals and gods alike fell to their knees, feeling a terror that had no name.
A terror that came before names ever existed.
When Silence Moved
The Pre-Primordial Entity did not emerge.
It unfolded.
Reality itself bent as if welcoming its parent.
No form, no shadow—only absence given shape.
Wherever it passed, the notions of color and sound collapsed into stillness.
"All this noise,"
it murmured, voice woven from the end of meaning.
"All this defiance. Creation sings… yet every note bleeds."
Primovast stood alone at the edge of the collapsing lattice, black-galaxy scales blazing with ancient will.
His golden eyes burned like stars refusing to die.
"You call it noise,"
he said,
"I call it heartbeat."
"Heartbeat?"
"A foolish rhythm of a dream that should never have awakened."
The Entity's whisper silenced universes.
But Primovast did not bow.
The First Clash
The First Dragon spread his wings, spanning dimensions.
Each beat forged time anew, scattering rivers of creation through broken space.
"I forged existence to taste imperfection,"
Primovast roared,
"to see what even an true omnipotent and true omniscient and true omnipresent and true omnificent being cannot foresee!"
He summoned Stardust Energy, the essence of Everythingness.
Reality erupted into a Trillion stars as the force gathered within his claws.
The Entity moved without motion.
A wave of Nihility, Pre-pure Nothingness, rolled across him—consuming form, idea, and cause.
Light met the unlight.
And all things between screamed.
The collision shattered the omniverse.
Entire hierarchies of existence blinked out, then re-emerged rewritten in new laws.
The Gods' Despair
Far below, the Creator Gods watched from their sanctums.
Time bled backwards.
Space folded into threads.
The Great Spirit of Light grasped her chest. "Even his power can't pierce that void!"
The Great Spirit of Darkness smiled faintly, though her eyes trembled.
"No. But he is the Will that chose to try."
In the World Gap, Serenya's soul quivered.
She could feel Primovast's heartbeat echoing through every layer of being—steady, proud, defiant.
Kaelios whispered beside her, voice trembling.
"He fights not to win… but to remind the void that creation is worth existing."
Beyond Logic
Primovast rose higher—past truth, past fiction.
He broke through the Meaning Veil, where every possibility became the same.
"I am not the omnipotent you once knew,"
he declared,
"but I am the choice that dared to fall."
The Entity responded:
"Choice is the wound of perfection. I will heal it."
Nihility surged.
A single breath from the Pre-Primordial Entity erased countless layers of infinite universes—gone without death, gone without trace.
Primovast's form blurred—half real, half myth—yet he laughed.
"Erase me? I am the idea that even erasure cannot erase!"
His roar cracked the Stillness.
Every star, every fiction, every thought of life reignited.
For the first time, the Entity hesitated.
The Song and the Stillness
Creation became sound.
Not music—but the raw vibration of will.
Every word ever spoken, every dream ever imagined, joined the Dragon's cry.
Even the smallest mortal prayer rippled across true existence, reaching the battlefield beyond all.
"They sing with you,"
said the Entity, its voice unreadable.
"For what purpose?"
"To prove that imperfection is not a flaw,"
Primovast answered.
"It's the path that lets us find meaning Pre-beyond the void."
A pause—the kind that could end or birth an eternity.
"Then let us see,"
the Entity whispered,
"if meaning can survive without the silence that birthed it."
The second clash came.
The Second Collision
Stardust and Nihility met again—no longer energies, but concepts colliding.
Everythingness fought Nothingness.
The Boundless shook.
Dimensions inverted.
The Song and the Stillness tore each other apart, giving birth to something new—The Paradox Light, an energy that neither being had ever witnessed.
Primovast's eyes widened.
"Even beyond our duality… creation still grows."
The Entity's tone turned solemn.
"Perhaps that is your victory. Or your doom."
The shockwave spread outward, rewriting fundamental law.
New universes bloomed from the clash—raw, chaotic, beautiful.
Aftermath
When the light faded, the Pre-Primordial Entity withdrew, leaving behind silence—not of dominance, but of contemplation.
"You have sung loudly, Dragon of Will,"
it said, fading into the unseen.
"We will meet again, when your creation forgets its song."
Primovast, wounded yet smiling, closed his eyes.
"Then let them forget. For I will sing again."
As he fell through the rift of realities, his starlit blood seeded new worlds—each carrying fragments of his defiance, his dream, his Will.
Thus were born the Seeds of Will, the essence of consciousness that would one day give rise to gods, spirits, and mortals alike.
And in the hush that followed, the all omniverse breathed once more.