The universe was vast and immense.
No one, especially the people of the middle planes, could accurately tell how long the universe had been.
People of different types, races, and groups littered all of creation. At this point, it was hard, if not impossible, to accurately keep track of their numbers.
As innumerable as these races and groups were, so were their power systems and abilities. While many shared similarities, others were wildly different from the rest.
Regardless of their differences, every path led to the same end, a single, perfected expression of power. An ultimate move.
It was something one had practiced and refined for the better part of their life. It was the one line that separated the elite from the normal.
It was rare, if not impossible, for a single person, especially one who hadn't lived for even a century, to bear multiple ultimate moves.
