Before there were stars… there was the Writer.
He did not create worlds with hands. He authored them. Lines became laws. Words became galaxies. Silence became truth.
And in the expanse between existence and nothingness, two dominions were drawn:
ARCH — the realm of ordered brilliance, guardians of structure, sanctifiers of equilibrium.
DEVIC — the dominion of ambition, raw power, chaos dressed as freedom.
Between them stood the Resonance Law — a binding principle stronger than any blade or throne. No entity crosses without consequence. No being moves without echo. Every action has a price. Every violation demands judgment.
Yet even in perfection, disruption finds a door.
A whisper traveled through the realms.
A prophecy not written. A variable never planned. A presence the Writer did not fully predict…
A star not born of the sky, but in a human body.
He would walk among mortals. He would suffer, fail, yearn, and break. He would be underestimated by angels and hunted by demons. He would be punished by destiny but favored by fate.
His existence would threaten balance. His choices would decide universes. His loyalty would tilt creation.
His name… Xain.
And the Writer watched.
Not as a god. Not as a savior. But as an author realizing his story had created a character the narrative might not be able to control.
The ink trembled.
The page refused to stay still.
And somewhere, in a world that thought itself ordinary…
Destiny opened its eyes.