the king, having realized he hadn't moved from his chair in 19 years, decided to take a walk outside in the real world.
shadows extended from the king's feet, and engulfed the king, suddenly, the king appeared in a small alleyway in the middle of the street.
the king started exploring the city, when he thought he saw everything, he went into the forest, then into a desert, then a swamp, followed by a mountain, a snow plane, a meadow, and anything he can think of.
in the end, the king came into one conclusion.
the world was boring...
no magic....
no monsters...
no action...
sitting on top of a great mountain the king started thinking, the king wanted fantasy, he wanted action, in this world, only the king had powers, but the world itself lacked any.
focusing on the entire universe, the king found the same result.
in a desperate struggle, the king decided to check the entire multiverse.
the king saw countless universes, most of which had powers, weather it was magic, or race based powers, maybe even special martial arts, but in all those universes, the king saw one thing that stayed constant.
there was someone that embodied chaos, it's strength depended on the strength of the universe itself, it made sure the world could die, a physical manifestation of entropy.
the king finally realized what he was, he wasn't a person, he wasn't a monster, not even a living being, he was a concept.... a physical manifestation of a concept...
physical manifestations of concepts were called spirits, normally, a spirit would embody it's concept, a spirit of fire would be made of fire, and would be able to use fire to a certain degree, the same applies to all other spirits... except one, the spirit of entropy, each universe had only one.
a spirit of entropy would insure the universe could die, that the universe could go through the cycle of life and death. in so, the mere presence of one insured that the universe would die.
the king decided to ignore the truth that just revealed itself, after all, the king found his fantasy, but a problem presented itself, the king didn't want to leave his universe, he wanted the fantasy to come to him.
the king knew he was selfish, but now that the one thing he always wanted is right in front of him. he believed that it wouldn't hurt to be selfish for once.
the king put his hands in front of him, and focused, it was as if the entire universe was in his hands, but that was not enough, the king focused even more. until hundreds of universes were in his hands.
the strain on the king's mind was immense, but the king continued nonetheless.
the king closed his hands, and started merging the universes into his own universe. his powers were exhausted for the first time since his existence started. but he never stopped, hours, days, weeks, months, the king didn't know how much time passed.
by the time the king merged the universes, he was completely spent, he had not an ounce of mana left in him. he couldn't move, but he knew what was coming, merging the worlds meant all the spirits of entropy would inhabit the same universe.
only one issue remained, only one spirit of entropy exists per world, and can knew that.