A ripple ...
A small stir in the void. It was not a sound, nor a movement....it was something ..... something that was not meant to be. Something older than the world itself. Something that had not happened in aeons.
In the vast emptiness between realms, stray currents of existence drifted, unseen and forgotten. Some were pure, remnants of creation's first light, while others were impure, echoes of destruction and chaos..while there were some that belonged to neither...These energies had long remained separate, neither interfering nor mixing,bound by an ancient balance of recurring creation and destruction
But on this night, something changed.
Across a desolate land,In a cavernous chamber, tens of voices rose in prayer. Hooded figures knelt within an intricate summoning circle carved into the blackened ground, its lines glowing with an eerie silver radiance. They chanted, their voices harmonizing in tones that scratched at the fabric of reality itself. Their purpose ...to call upon a power beyond mortal understanding. A power to stop the Abyssborns. A power to reign supreme over the chaos.
The energies in the void trembled. The purity of their devotion clashed with the impurities of their desperation, and where such forces met, something new began to form.
A presence.
A being.