"Ascension."
"Order."
"Ruin."
"Chaos."
"…"
Five pillars of light pierced the heavens, converging into a colossal orb. Its power felt boundless. Each pulse seemed to reverberate through reality.
Ascension. Order. Ruin. Chaos. Silence.
The origins of origins. The foundations of creation. Beneath their power, the world stilled. Everything in existence froze. A shudder rippled through countless hearts. Many failed to fathom what was coming. Yet their existence felt it. Their souls felt it. The universe held its breath.
Then the orb erupted into a beam of light.
Atticus found his vision swallowed by annihilation. The combined power of five Primordials. Yet…
He was unfazed.
Atticus exhaled. Devouring Solvath had changed the way he saw the world. Now he understood the truth. The Primordials… the origins of origins… then hadn't come from nothingness. No…
