Silence enveloped the cosmic void after the Twelve Originators vanished, leaving Stefan alone with infinite power coursing through his soul. He floated there for a long moment, absorbing the reality of what had happened. Though he felt no fear, he did feel a deep sense of purpose. Creation now rested in his hands—and he would shape it with his own vision. Ciel floated beside him as a glowing orb. "Master," she said softly, "you now possess the authority to form existence itself. Would you like to begin?" Stefan nodded. "Yes," he whispered. "Let the First Creations rise."
He stretched out his hand, and reality responded instantly. From his palm, a wave of pure creation energy burst forth, dividing into two swirling masses—one of blinding golden brilliance, the other of deep abyssal darkness. The forces spun faster and faster until they began taking humanoid shape. The first solidified into a radiant being whose body shone like a miniature sun. His hair glowed gold, his eyes burned with light, and every step he took illuminated the void. Stefans voice echoed with authority: "You shall be Escanor, born from light and the embodiment of radiance."
The second mass settled into a slender, shadowy figure. His form was shaped from darkness so pure it absorbed all surrounding light. His eyes glowed crimson, calm but unfathomably deep. When he spoke, his voice was smooth and low like an eternal night wind. Stefan continued: "And you shall be Diablo, born from darkness, sovereign of the abyss." Light and shadow bowed before him in perfect harmony. They did not oppose each other. They existed because Stefan willed them to. The balance of the cosmos began here, with Escanor and Diablo as the twin pillars.
Stefan raised his hand again, and countless motes of light began swirling around Escanor. Each mote stretched its wings and shaped into divine beings with halos, armor of white gold, and weapons forged from pure holy essence. These became the angels—Seraphims, Thrones, Virtues, Dominions, and finally, Archangels. Escanor was appointed their supreme commander. "Lead the heavens," Stefan told him. "Let light guide creation." Then, around Diablo, shadows shifted and condensed, forming soldiers of darkness—commanders, warlords, and assassins forged from the void. They knelt instantly. Diablo accepted his command calmly. "I shall watch over the night."
To maintain perfect balance between light and shadow, Stefan created seven Generals—neutral beings of immense power, each forged to oversee equilibrium between the two forces. After that, with a wave of his hand, he shaped the first worlds: Heaven, at the center; Wakoemundo, a realm of shadows orbiting to the left; and Pandora, a vast prison-world for sealing monstrous threats, orbiting to the right. Pandora required a warden worthy of its purpose, so Stefan summoned a final being—a figure made of pure void known as Null. "Guard Pandora," Stefan commanded. "Keep the horrors of creation contained." Null bowed silently. Creation had begun, and Stefan's legacy had only taken its first breath.