Chapter 1 – The Forbidden Creation and the Battle Beyond Realms
It begins in a realm that lies outside the reach of stars, beyond the whisper of any god or mortal tongue — a plane where existence itself folds like light through glass. There, among endless patterns of living code and cosmic dust, a being watched.
He was known in whispers across neighboring dimensions as The Architect — a creator, an observer, and a solitary thinker who had long since transcended the need for form. His essence shimmered between light and thought, a presence both infinite and alone.
For countless eons, he had gazed upon the flow of countless multiverses, each one a different dream in the endless sleep of creation. Yet, none intrigued him more than a small cluster of universes where a certain Galvan scientist — Azmuth — had forged something extraordinary.
Through the rippling fabric of space, The Architect watched the Galvan work — forging a device capable of rewriting DNA, reshaping species, and granting mortals the form of gods. The Omnitrix.
A marvel of science and willpower.
The Architect's curiosity flared like a newborn star.
> "A tool of evolution… A bridge of possibility," he murmured, his voice echoing across planes. "But limited… restrained by the fear of its own power."
He admired Azmuth's creation — but also saw its flaws. The master code that restricted its bearer. The protocols that bound its potential. The safety locks placed out of fear.
The Architect was not a being of fear.
He stretched out his will, shaping raw energy and quantum law into form. With each motion, patterns spiraled through the void — rings of creation, equations of life, particles of divine will. Slowly, the second Omnitrix was born — a twin of infinite ambition.
It gleamed black and silver, pulsing with emerald circuits that hummed with raw potential. But unlike Azmuth's, it had no master code. No limitation to stop its user from reaching their full power. It was designed to protect the bearer's mind and soul — shielding them from alien instincts and identity loss — but still allowing their potential to bloom without end.
He studied the device with quiet satisfaction.
Yet even he could feel it — the emptiness within.
It had no power source.
> "Even perfection requires a heart," he whispered, his tone half in awe, half in disappointment. "What, then, is worthy enough to give life to something forbidden?"
He searched the fabric of the multiverse for an energy pure enough to awaken it — but found none. Not the stars, nor the roots of cosmic trees, nor even the raw breath of gods could sustain its hunger for equilibrium.
That was when the void trembled.
A shadow slipped across the boundary of his reality — a cold presence, ancient and hateful. From the abyss between realms, it came crawling, devouring light and existence alike.
The Devourer.
It was no god, no beast. It was hunger made will — a being that consumed realities to grow, feeding on creation itself. And now, it had found him.
> "Architect," the Devourer's voice cracked through the void like thunder. "Your realm sings too loudly. Its harmony must end. Its energy will feed my roots."
> "You cannot consume what was built from silence," the Architect replied, his voice calm but laced with fury.
And then the Battle Beyond Realms began.
Dimensions folded. Universes burned like candles in a storm. Every strike between them shattered constellations, each counter shaking the laws of existence. The Architect fought not with weapons, but with creation itself — hurling new realities to block the Devourer's hunger, bending laws of physics into blades of light.
The Devourer roared, tearing through it all — an endless tide of annihilation.
In the midst of their war, the Architect's forbidden Omnitrix floated between them, caught in the eye of chaos. The Devourer lunged toward it, sensing its power — seeking to consume it too. But the device responded instinctively, absorbing the energy that sought to destroy it.
And in that instant — the Omnitrix awakened.
A surge of power tore through the battlefield, a shockwave so intense it broke the boundaries between multiverses. The Devourer screamed, its essence split apart, its will trapped within the Omnitrix — powerless to corrupt it.
> "You fool," it hissed as its form unraveled. "You've forged the seed of your own end…"
The Architect reached for the device, but the crack between worlds had already widened. The Omnitrix — now pulsing with stolen cosmic power — was flung into the rift, spiraling beyond his reach.
He stretched out his hand, his voice echoing across the collapsing realm.
> "Let my failure… become someone's beginning."
And with that, the light faded.
Somewhere, in another multiverse entirely — beneath a vast silver sky where technology and magic intertwined — a streak of emerald light tore through the clouds like a falling star.
The forbidden creation had found its next world.
Its next bearer awaited.