Stefan had always believed his life would remain ordinary. He lived quietly in a small town, surrounded by familiar routines—school, chores, and peaceful nights beneath the same stars he had watched since childhood. But on one particular night, something strange stirred the stillness. The air around him crackled like invisible threads snapping in and out of existence. As Stefan lay in bed, a low hum vibrated through the room, resonating directly inside his chest. His breath caught. The entire world seemed to fade into silence, as though creation itself held its breath for what came next.
A sudden flash of white light exploded around him. His vision blurred, his body lifted, and his senses were stripped away one by one. The bed vanished. The room vanished. Even the air vanished—replaced by a vast, endless darkness filled with swirling lights resembling distant galaxies. Stefan hovered in this cosmic void, frozen in awe. He tried to speak, but the sound dissolved before reaching his ears. This place felt ancient… older than the universe he knew. His heart raced as twelve colossal silhouettes emerged from the darknese
These beings were beyond comprehension. They were not simply large—they were existence itself. Their forms shifted constantly: starlight, shadow, fire, ocean, void, time, and countless concepts woven into living shapes. When they stepped forward, creation bent under their presence. One spoke, its voice echoing like a symphony of worlds collapsing and being reborn. "Stefan ," it said. "Do not fear. You stand before the Twelve Originators—the true creators of everything that ever was and ever will be." Stefan felt his soul tremble. These were not the gods mortals worshipped. These were the ones who made those gods.
Another Originator stepped forward, radiating pure authority. "The gods you know," it explained, "are guardians—caretakers placed to watch over the universes we forged. They are not the beginning. We are." Their voices blended into a single harmonic resonance that shook even this void. Stefan struggled to process their words. Why him? Why summon a human boy from a small, quiet world? As though reading his confusion, the beings continued. "We have grown weary," they admitted. "For countless eons, we have watched creation unfold. It is time for a successor—one who will inherit all that we are."
The void brightened as all twelve extended their hands. "Stefan," they declared, "we bestow upon you our absolute power. Everything we created—every world, realm, dimension, and concept—shall come under your rule." Stefan's breath stopped. A flood of impossible energy surged toward him, wrapping around his body like liquid infinity. His bones glowed. His mind expanded beyond human limits. His heart ignited with the essence of creation. In that moment, Stefan made a vow—unspoken, yet heard by all. "I will continue your legacy." The twelve beings smiled for the first time in eternity, and the transfer began.