Prologue – The Battle Beyond the Stars
The battlefield was not a world.
There was no sky, no ground, no wind.
Only endless space.
Countless stars burned in the distance, silent witnesses to a battle that could shake the heavens themselves.
Two figures floated in the void.
One was a towering man with a massive frame. His shoulders were broad like mountains, his chest thick with muscle. He wore black robes that moved like living shadows. From his body poured a terrifying dark energy—dense, heavy, suffocating.
It was not ordinary magic.
It was hatred, despair, death itself.
The black aura twisted and coiled around him like a storm of darkness. If a normal human even felt the remaining essence of that power, their heart would stop instantly, crushed by the overwhelming negativity.
The void itself seemed to tremble before him.
Opposite him stood another man.
Slender.
Calm.
Beautiful in a way that felt almost unreal.
He wore white robes with red borders that flowed gently around him. Unlike the terrifying darkness of his opponent, a soft silver-white light radiated from his body.
It was warm.
Peaceful.
Like the light of a distant star.
Anyone who stood near him would feel their mind grow calm and their heart grow light, as if all fear and pain had been washed away.
His magic shimmered like liquid starlight.
Pure.
Sacred.
Every wave of his silver energy erased the creeping darkness around him, purifying the black magic that tried to swallow the space between them.
Two powers.
Two opposites.
Darkness that devoured everything.
Light that purified everything.
For a moment, the universe itself seemed to hold its breath.
Then the man in black smiled coldly.
"Still standing… after everything," he said, his voice echoing through the emptiness.
The man in white did not answer immediately. His silver aura slowly brightened, glowing like a newborn star.
His calm eyes met the darkness before him.
And the battle of the heavens began.