The Dawn of Emptiness
It was a time before the concept of 'Time' even existed. Everywhere, there was only an infinite, silent, and profound darkness—a void that could neither be seen by eyes nor comprehended by the mind. Then, from the very center of that absolute abyss, a vibration emerged. It was the first stirring of the 'Source.'
From this subtle vibration, a primordial sound was born—the Cosmic Hum.
The energy of that sound was so ferocious that it tore through the chest of the void. The first ray of light erupted, and in an instant, billions of galaxies scattered like sparks in a cold, eternal night. Planets began to cool, stars ignited, and life began to flow through the veins of the universe. But life was not limited to mere flesh and bone. In some corners, pure consciousness ruled; in others, civilizations made of pure light flourished. And then, there were those who existed beyond all laws—The Primordials.
Cosmic Greed and Celestial Politics
As civilizations thrived, something else was born alongside them—Ambition. The hunger for power was not confined to mortals; it seeped into the hearts of gods, immortals, and those cosmic entities who deemed themselves the masters of creation.
Where there is power, conflict is inevitable. Wars broke out across galaxies. These were not battles fought with mere nuclear bombs; in these wars, entire solar systems were ground into dust. Morality and balance were replaced by treachery and politics. Gods shook hands with demons to protect their thrones, and demons shattered the laws of nature to attain immortality.
But amidst this chaos and destruction, there existed a lineage so formidable that the mere thought of them made the highest deities tremble in fear.
The Sovereign Lineage: Tiny in Stature, Invincible in Might
In a remote and hidden corner of the universe, where the flow of time was sluggish, lived the Ancient Sovereigns. If you were to see them, you might have laughed. Their physical size was no larger than a human finger. They had no giant wings, nor did they look fearsome.
But their power?
It was beyond imagination. When a 'Sovereign' summoned their full might, gravity itself would shudder. With a single gesture, rotating planets would be knocked off their axes. They could tear through the fabric of space-time like a piece of cloth. The blood flowing in their veins was Liquid Cosmic Energy.
They were the gods of gods, but their existence was bound by a terrifying tragedy and a curse.
The Curse of the Bloodline: Birth and Death
Nature has an unyielding law—the more powerful a being is, the harder it is for them to multiply. The lineage of the Ancient Sovereigns could not expand easily. A Sovereign Queen could lay only six eggs in her entire multi-billion-year lifespan. And this was both the greatest celebration and the greatest mourning of her life.
The moment the sixth egg left the Queen's body, the light of her life would extinguish. She could never see the faces of her children. As for the Sovereign King? His hunger was so cruel that he would often feast upon his own offspring to ensure his own immortality never waned.
There was only one way to save the lineage. Unless the King himself manually incubated those eggs, they would never hatch. Those eggs were as hard as diamonds and timeless, capable of surviving for aeons amidst total destruction. They were known as the 'Seeds of Existence.'
The Great Extinction: The End of History
Then came the era that historians labeled 'The Great Extinction.' A war erupted between galaxies that inverted the very laws of creation. This war was not fought for land or planets, but for the possession of those Six Eggs.
The gods wanted to absorb the power within the eggs, while the demons of the dark void wanted to use them to create a new, invincible army. The war was so violent that the light of the stars went out. Black holes collapsed, and the stream of time was shattered. Thousands of civilizations were turned to ash in a heartbeat.
In the end, when the dust settled and the debris of the cosmos grew still, everything was gone. The invincible lineage of the Ancient Sovereigns was wiped out. The gods had turned to dust, and the demons had dissolved into nothingness.
Drifting Remnants of the Void
Only those six mysterious eggs remained.
The eggs, containing the most terrifying and sacred powers of the universe, began to drift in the loneliness of infinite space. They traveled through various galaxies for aeons. Sometimes the heat of a dying star touched them; sometimes the pull of a black hole dragged them along.
Time passed. Billions of years drifted away. New planets like Earth were formed, where human civilization took root. The six eggs were now nothing more than forgotten myths. No one knew where they were. Except for the dark forces that still sit in the shadows, waiting for the eggs to crack.
The story has now reached a turning point where the first of these six eggs is about to wake from its slumber. And when it awakens, it will not be in a temple or a palace, but within an ordinary young man—Arthur Thorne.