Before time.
Before light.
Before sound.
There stood one – Kaal.
Not a being. Not a god.
Something else. Something beyond.
He was an idea. Pure will.
And in the moment the void whispered his name –
Kaal opened his eyes.
He decided to turn the nothing... into something.
He spread his hands –
and with a single thought,
He created a universe.
But that wasn't enough.
He didn't want just stars. Just light.
He wanted life.
Like an artist painting a cosmos on a single canvas –
Kaal whispered creation into existence.
The Birth of Life
"Humans – you shall be the heart."
Fragile, yet stubborn.
They ask questions that should never be asked – and that's how they grow.
"Demons – you shall be the instinct."
Desire. Pain. Rage. Explosive power.
Not evil – just too pure.
"Gods – you will preserve balance."
Each was given a domain:
War. Love. Death. Creation. Time.
They knew their strength – but over time, forgot their place.
"Beasts – you are the rhythm."
The spirit of nature. Endless motion.
That which comes before speech.
The continents rose from the seas.
The sun took its role.
The moon spun a hundred times – then settled.
Creation. A universe. Existence.
Meanwhile... Liron
In a realm far from Kaal's universe –
stood one man before an old grave.
Liron.
Lord of the Universe.
A king. A warrior. A brother.
But now – just a broken man trying to undo one mistake.
Before him – the grave of Verek,
his comrade in the rebellion against the Devil,
alongside Lyra, queen of Light and Liron wife.
Verek was more than a friend –
he was a brother in arms.
The grave was silent.
Time stood still.
Liron whispered:
"If a universe can begin again... so can you."
From within his cloak,
he drew the Last Spark –
a remnant from the battle against Lucifer.
Pure energy. Unextinguished.
He stabbed it into the ground.
The wind shuddered.
Grass withered.
Fire erupted – then vanished.
Verek opened his eyes.
He gasped.
Time began to move again.
"Where... am I?" he rasped.
"You're home," Liron said.
They stood there –
Life from the past. A future yet unwritten.
A Hundred Years Later...
The universe Kaal created – blossomed.
Humans learned, fought, loved, lost.
Demons found their place in the shadows.
And the gods? Became arrogant.
They forgot.
Then came him.
Orion – God of Light, Justice, and Truth.
He looked upon Kaal's creation –
and said:
"Why should we serve the one who made us, only to obey him?"
In his temple high above the skies –
he gathered gods.
Some feared. Some agreed.
But Orion asked for no permission –
he raised an army.
Kaal knew.
But remained silent.
Because Kaal was waiting.
Waiting for the moment
when even the gods...
would forget who gave them existence.
And that moment –
is almost here.
The Battle of Kaal vs. Orion
Place: The Plain of the Gods – an endless white realm where time stands still.
Time: The moment balance shattered.
The skies trembled.
The ground dared not move.
And between two eternals – only silence spoke.
Kaal stood at the center, his white hair flowing, eyes glowing with golden-red light.
In his hand – no weapon.
He needs none.
Orion, clad in ancient armor of light, faced him.
In one hand – the Blade of Principle.
Behind him – the halo of justice.
Orion: "They worship you because they've forgotten they have a voice. I will remind them what freedom is."
Kaal (softly): "Those who forget to honor creation... are not worthy of changing it."
And thunder fell.
Phase One: Orion Attacks
Orion moved first –
He unleashed a pure beam of light, slicing the air like a blade of time.
Kaal raised his hand – not to block,
but to absorb.
"You're not the first who tried to enlighten me," he whispered.
Orion appeared in front of him in a blink, his sword swinging hard.
Direct hit.
The ground cracked beneath them. Shockwaves exploded –
But Kaal didn't move.
"You were faster... when you still believed in yourself."
Kaal blinked to Orion's side –
Two fingers touched his chest.
Pulse of Existence.
⟶ Orion flew back, rolling through blood and dust.
Phase Two: Kaal Unleashed
The air grew hot.
The universe... felt fear.
Kaal removed his cloak –
Beneath, his skin bore symbols of creation.
Letters never meant to be spoken.
Lines that shape all things.
"I don't fight to win.
I fight to remind."
He spread his arms –
and the space around them fractured.
A thousand versions of that moment began to be born –
But only one... would survive.
Phase Three: The End
Orion screamed, gathering all his strength:
"Eternal Justice!"
A meteor of divine light hurled forward, crushing every shadow.
Kaal didn't run.
He closed his eyes.
Whispered: "The Ancients' Prayer."
In one breath – all vanished.
No light.
No shadow.
Only silence.
Orion fell to his knees. His sword shattered.
He wasn't dead –
But no longer truly alive.
Kaal approached.
Placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't judge you. I only remind you... where you came from."
The End
In the Plain of the Gods –
there are no winners.
Only memories
of the battle between creation
and the hunger to control it.