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Primordial Orgin

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A silent prince is born into the Human Empire— a boy who never cries, never startles, and sees a strange system that no one else can. Unknown to the world, his birth awakens an ancient force watching him from a distant universe… Aster Veldion is not just an imperial heir— he is the fragment of something far greater, something the world has forgotten As he grows stronger, hidden truths will surface, old enemies will rise, and the fate of all ten continents will shift— Because the child who never cried may soon awaken a power older than creation itself.
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Chapter 1 - prologue

"Before the First Dawn"

Before light learned how to shine…

before darkness learned how to settle…

before existence understood it could exist—

There were two presences.

One radiated with boundless expansion,

a heartbeat that could give birth to a thousand universes.

The other pulsed with perfect stillness,

a silence so complete it erased anything that touched it.

They clash in the void.

And the void was never the same.

Their collision didn't make sound—

it made galaxies.

It made time.

It made reality.

Creation screamed into being beneath the weight of their clash.

Stars ignited.

Worlds detonated.

Dimensions fractured like thin glass.

And then—

A single cosmic tremor split the harmony forever.

The expanding force faltered.

The collapsing force cracked.

The balance broke.

And the universe witnessed the impossible:

One of the great being split into two.

Two fragments of one origin:

one of ever-growing light,

one of ever-quiet darkness.

Incomplete.

Separated.

Drifting through the newborn cosmos.

Far away, the opposing presence—

wounded, fading, but not gone—

withdrew into the depths between realities.

Waiting.

Patient.

Hateful.

And somewhere even higher,

beyond mortal senses,

another unseen watcher observed all of this…

Not with fear.

Not with awe.

But with calculation.

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Ages passed.

Creation settled.

Civilizations rose.

Memories faded.

The truth of the first fracture

was buried beneath myths older than stars.

And then—

in a distant empire beneath a sky of silver clouds—

a child opened his eyes.

Silent.

Too silent.

As if sound itself bent around him in respect.

Above his tiny form,

a shimmer of light flickered—

visible to him alone.

A message no one else could witness:

> [ SYSTEM ACTIVATING ]

Race: Human/Primordial Incomplete

The newborn simply blinked.

Unaware of what he once was.

Unaware of what hunts him.

Unaware of the shadowed figure watching from the cracks of reality…

A figure whispered into the void:

"…At last… you have returned."

And so began

the forgotten prophecy of creation—

the silent rebirth

of an origin long broken.