At the centre of the dark solar system hung a black sun.
It neither burned nor shone. Around it drifted the planets in silent orbit, their surfaces stained as though submerged in endless black ink. What had once reflected starlight now reflected nothing at all.
They were planets claimed by the VOID. Yes, this entire solar system has been enveloped by the VOID
Life here had not merely ended—it had been rewritten into something vile, the corrupted . Blackened Oceans lay frozen in stillness. Skies were hollow and lightless. Civilisations had been denied even the dignity of ruins. This solar system, like countless others before it, stood on the verge of total collapse, soon to give birth to yet another cosmic void horror.
Ah… what a shame.
This world had once been one of the more beautiful ones. One of the few PRIMAL WORLDS, overflowing with mana so abundant it saturated the air itself. Magic here had been radiant and alive, the kind that inspired hope, wonder, and joy. Magic that made people dream.
But all things must come to an end.
All things…
Except HER obsession.
Except the will of she who yearned—desperately, selfishly, relentlessly—to become the greatest, most supreme, most sublime, adorable, cute, tenacious, awe-inspiring being imaginable, her list of self-proclaimed titles stretching longer than time itself...
MAGICAL GIRL.
On the fifth planet from the black sun, beneath a sky robbed of light, she stood.
This world had once been her home.
She was the one loved by the world itself, adored by the very essence of magic. The one whose dominion over mana reached down to the sub-atomic scale, capable of isolating and manipulating individual mana particles as if they were thoughts given form, an extension of herself.
An exception.
A singularity.
The female Gojo Satoru of the magical world.
Her name was Lysia.
Yes—thatLysia. The girl whose greatest desire was to become the GRANDEST MAGICAL GIRL to ever exist.
Her body bore the full weight of a war that refused to end. She could barely stand, her posture twisted by exhaustion and damage that would have erased any ordinary being from existence. Each step was forced, uneven, carried forward by will alone. Her once-vibrant pink hair hung heavy, darkened, and bloodied, stripped of its brilliance beneath the lightless sky.
Her grace had fractured.
Her strength had thinned.
And yet—
Her eyes still burned.
Not with hope.
Not with duty.
But with desire.
As she dragged herself through the ruins of her broken world toward the figures waiting ahead—the harbingers of the VOID—she smiled.
Mana answered her.
At first, it appeared as faint specks drifting through the air. Then more followed. And more. Until countless motes of light surrounded her, illuminating her form like a constellation reborn.
Her body responded.
Damage reversed itself at a monstrous speed. Flesh reknit. Strength flooded back into her limbs. Pain vanished as though it had never existed. Her skin regained its flawless glow, her figure restored to its overwhelming presence. Her pink hair bloomed back into vivid colour, flowing freely once more.
She straightened.
Her stance returned.
Unyielding.Indomitable.
Lysia had returned.
The light did not stop at healing.
It wove.
Mana shaped itself around her, forming attire both familiar and iconic. A pristine white sailor uniform settled against her restored body, accented by a deep blue collar and skirt. A bold pink bow adorned her chest, radiant and unapologetic. Long white gloves and boots completed the ensemble, ceremonial yet unmistakably hers.
At her throat, a golden brooch shimmered faintly.
Simple.
Youthful.
And terrifyingly powerful.
She faced them alone.
Before her stood the seven harbingers of the VOID, their grotesque forms still bearing damage as corrupt energies worked to restore them. Behind them stretched an army so vast it encompassed the entirety of the solar system.
One of the harbingers spoke, irritation barely masking unease.
"you little girl, are quite the ferocious existence"
Another followed, its voice tight with tension.
"this is why i hate you singularity types and your out right unfair powers"
They were afraid.
World destroyers, unsettled by a single girl whose mana reserves bordered on the infinite and whose efficiency defied reason.
Lysia took one step forward.
She smiled wider.
Weapons rose. Authorities flared. The harbingers instinctively stepped back.
Then she stopped.
Only a few metres separated them.
Slowly, deliberately, Lysia raised her hand and pointed skyward, as though the heavens themselves were something she could summon at will.
Mockery followed.
"look at her, trying to call upon the dead divinities now?, pathetic"
Then the sky answered.
Seven radiant white strings appeared at her fingertip, glowing with a golden divinity that made reality itself tremble. They pierced upward beyond the firmament, tethering Lysia to something vast, distant, and absolute.
The harbingers moved to attack.
They failed.
A colossal mana circle erupted beneath them instantly, layered with intricate runes and glowing circuits that pulsed in a full spectrum of colours. Their bodies locked in place, utterly paralysed.
Lysia laughed—long, tired, hysterical.
"mad, the thing's gone completely mad!!!"- a harbinger shouted in fear of what to come
Lysia's laughter faded. Her voice, raspy yet commanding, echoed across the dead world.
"i'll finally, finally, become the divine magical girl i've always dreamed of"
The circle expanded, swallowing the planet whole.
"oh, how long i've dreamed of the day to be the magical girl that saves the entire world, but not like this"
Mana across the formation lightened, vibrating ominously.
"but, but, but, this is a duty i must fuffil not to the world, but to myself"
The expansion of the magical circle stopped only after engulfing the entire solar system.
She stepped forward.
Her eyes shone with madness.
"ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF ME MAKING MY MAGICAL GIRL FANTASY WILL DIE, REALITY ITSELF WILL NEED TO DIE BEFORE I DONT BECOME THE MOST SUPREME"
Mana flared violently.
"MOST DAZZLING"
The circuit pulsed like a frenzied heart.
"MOST DIVINE"
The heavenly strings trembled, drawing together.
"MAGICAL GIRL!!!"
They merged into a single radiant thread, glowing like the first dawn.
"HEAVEN ORDAINS!"
Reality shook.
The thread reshaped into a wand crowned with a pink heart.
"JUDGEMENT FALLS!!"
White radiance consumed Lysia as she brought the wand down.
Time fractured.
Her life surged through her mind—the joy of watching fictional magical girls fight evil, the isolation born of overwhelming strength, her vigilante battles, fragile friendships, endless wars. The day she dyed her white hair pink. Her relentless struggle to embody what a MAGICAL GIRL truly was.
Then—
"MAGICAL SPLASH FLAAAARREEEE!!!"
It happened instantly. Mana particles accelerated from sub-light speed, colliding with one another and releasing massive waves of energy. A colossal chain reaction occurred. At light speed, they struck physical matter, splitting atoms apart and unleashing destruction on a nuclear scale. Beyond light speed they surged—faster and faster—each increase in velocity bringing more collisions, more chain reactions, more explosions, and more devastation, all unfolding on a cosmic scale.
The eradication and purification of entire planets—and even the sun itself—into the purest form of mana was a sight beyond comprehension. It resembled a vast light show of cosmic proportions, erupting in a distant corner of the universe: unknown to many, yet observed by a select few—the so-called "exceptions" and the lurking cosmic horrors.
The luminous spectacle continued to expand, continued to purify, and continued to destroy. It did not cease even after consuming the entire solar system. Then, a vast, phantom hand emerged and compressed everything, merging it all into a single, perfectly round cosmic body—burning and radiant, like a newborn sun.
And Lysia stood alone in space.
She had ascended into a cosmic diety.
Her form was vast yet gentle, divine yet familiar—a towering white feminine figure draped in a cloak outlined by black shadows, filled with a spectrum of flowing waves of seven radiant colours.
She had embodied the very essence of magic itself.
Holding the MAGICAL SPLASH FLARE sun, sorrow washed over her being—until a memory surfaced.
A very, very, dear friend's question. He had asked her what the truly divine and most supreme magical girl she yearns to be would be like and she had responded,
"quite simple, the magical girl i yearn to be is a magical girl that gives everyone the chance to become a magical girl as well, but none can ever hope to be as amazing as myself of course "
She smiled.
kissed the star.
And hurled it across the universe.
The star tore through existence at impossible speed. As it flew, Lysia dissolved into countless motes of light, her divine form unraveling and merging with it completely.
Together, they became one.
BLACK HOLES collapsed upon contact, their infinite gravity undone, their singularities dissolved into pure mana. Regions ruled by eternal darkness vanished without resistance.
Far ahead, two NEUTRON STARS spiraled toward a catastrophic merger. The divine star struck between them, shattering their convergence, breaking the laws that bound their collapse. Their titanic masses were absorbed, converted, woven into the growing radiance.
Cosmic horrors were annihilated outright. With every absorption, the star grew brighter, heavier with authority, faster than comprehension, traveling farther and farther until it reached the very edge of the universe.
There, at the boundary where reality thinned, where the DIVINE PRIMAL STAR came to rest.
Then—
The Two stars collided.
At the edge of existence, a supernova beyond comprehension erupted, scattering mana across space and time, embedding magic into the very foundations of reality itself.
AND THUS MAGIC WAS BORN INTO ALL OF EXISTENCE
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