Chapter 75 - 74; Awaken[GTG]
In the dim recesses of time, where even whispers fade into obscurity, a legend stirs. This isn’t a prophecy etched in cold, unyielding stone, but rather a story woven into the very fabric of countless realities, passed down through the collective memory of countless beings.
It speaks of a being, once shackled by mortality like any other, who defied the natural order. This man, driven by an insatiable thirst for power and fueled by arcane rituals that twisted the fabric of reality, transcended the human condition, ascending to a god-like state.
His newfound divinity unveiled a breathtaking panorama unlike anything a mortal mind could conceive. Before him stretched a multiverse, a vast tapestry woven from countless realities, each a shimmering thread in the grand cosmic loom. Yet, amidst this spectacle of creation, he discovered a chilling truth – the existence of the "End," a universal oblivion that loomed ominously over all existence.
Fear, a serpent coiling tightly around his newfound godhood, twisted the man’s once noble resolve. To maintain his power and stave off the prophesied oblivion, he embarked on a forbidden path. He tampered with the Akashic Records, the very essence of reality itself, tearing gaping holes into the veil that separated realities. From these yawning chasms stepped beings, each bestowed with a fragment of his own immense power – twisted reflections of his own abilities honed over eons.
His intention was clear – to create disciples, vessels that would serve as repositories for his power while he battled the prophesied "End." He envisioned a future where he would reclaim his fragmented power from his chosen ones, restoring himself to his ultimate form. Yet, this then begged the question: Why did he not share all his power? Perhaps a sliver of distrust resided within him, a fear of creating rivals who might challenge his newfound godhood. Or maybe, a darker truth lurked beneath the surface, a hint of malevolence blossoming in his heart.
However, the fragile harmony he envisioned shattered one fateful day. One disciple, the apple of his god-like eye and considered his most favored, succumbed to the allure of ultimate power. In a desperate bid to usurp his creator, this disciple rebelled, attempting to devour the abilities of his brethren in a grotesque feast of stolen power. The transgression did not go unnoticed. The master, enraged by this betrayal, banished the traitor to the fringes of creation – the Dark Cosmos.
This desolate realm, a festering wound on the fabric of existence, was a place the master had warned against with dire pronouncements. It pulsated with negativity, a repository of malevolent intent siphoned from countless realities. The banished disciple, driven by rage and a twisted desire for power that rivaled his former master, embraced the darkness. He absorbed the malevolent energy, reveling in the surge of power it offered. Yet, with this power came a horrifying truth – the darkness gnawed at his soul, consuming his sanity piece by piece.
Fueled by a warped sense of entitlement and a twisted love for a goddess of unmatched beauty, the fallen disciple turned on his creator. He stormed the realm of the gods, a whirlwind of rage and dark power. In his rampage, he slaughtered his former brethren, including the object of his twisted affection. The darkness had claimed him utterly, transforming him into a monstrous reflection of his former self.
The master, heartbroken and enraged by the betrayal and destruction, intervened. But the battleground – the realm of the gods – was too fragile. Unleashing his full power there risked catastrophic consequences that could tear the very fabric of reality apart. With a desperate maneuver, the master fractured the dark lord’s essence, dispersing it across the countless realities like seeds scattered on the wind. Thus, he imprisoned the fallen disciple, sealing him away for an eternity.
But the threat of the "End" loomed large. Time, a relentless tide, washed away the master’s power, leaving him weakened. Then, one day, he vanished without a trace. Left behind was a chilling prophecy – a harbinger of the future etched into the collective memory of countless realities. When the boundaries between realities blur and the veil weakens, the Dark Lord will return. His return will herald an age of utter darkness, a final cataclysmic Chapter in the saga of creation.