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In the high stratosphere, peace reigned supreme. It’s subjects: the docile clouds and gentle winds that played with each other carefree, basking in the dusk’s golden rays that painted the tranquil scene with gilded hues. The flaxen sky was supported by tall, gleaming spires that jutted forth from the ground below, breaking through the cloudscape. In this heavenly kingdom, nary a whisper could be heard. It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Then with a mighty roar of rage, The Radiance burst through the clouds with a vengeance. She screamed her fury to the watchful sky and to the darkness below that followed close behind. Leading the charge, at the head of the writhing pit of shadow, was our hero of the hour who boasted a wicked nail and alabaster horns. At their side hovered the faithful Grimmchild, companion and ward to the vessel. Spitting flame and firing spells, the duo ascended higher and higher after The Radiance, even as she beamed her white hot bloodlust down at them.
The opposing forces clashed at the peak of the pantheon, light and dark fighting to gain the upper hand. An awe inspiring sight for all, but none more so than the Godseeker who watched breathlessly as the Titans tore at each other. Even from her seat, she could feel the tides turn in the favor of the vessel as The Radiance’s power waned.
The Old God too felt this shift of fate, but she had survived far too long and far too much to be done in by the discarded offspring of her most hated nemesis. Like the flipping of a trigger, something sparked deep within her, a well of untapped and hidden strength called upon in her darkest hour. The void before her eyes took the shape of a many armed and many eyed menace that reached for her, but it was too late.
A high pitched hum filled the air and the erratic plucking of threads in a reedy tune was heard as the strings of time were pulled loose and unraveled. The power that now coursed through the moth’s body lit her up like a beacon as she was lifted by an unseen force and carried like the rising sun. Her essence gathered to join her, and were tugged by invisible strings to form a sort of eddy around her.
The newly birthed VoidLord lashed out at her in an attempt to strike her from her concentration, but their claws began to waver and drift away like smoke in the wind. Their very body came apart at the seams like ink in water to join the golden bright spiral before they had a chance to retaliate.
Dark void swirled, but did not mingle, with spinwheeled essence in a vortex that circled around The Radiance, the very apex of the storm. The whirlpool grew larger in size until it was eating at the seams of the realm and pulling everything in its path into the very heart of it. The Godseeker flew past, yanked from her throne and threw screaming into the cyclone after the Grimmchild, who had long ago been sucked in. Her beautiful dreamscape crumbled at the root and her fellow seekers joined her in the confusion, lifted off their feet as the ground gave way.
The hum grew louder until it was deafening, then the fabric of the universe was torn apart by the force of the impossible. Like peeling paint off to reveal a previous coat, the lines and codes that made up the very structure and skeleton of the universe were revealed.
The strings of time were visible across the chasm that had opened in the sky like a network of an exposed nerve, pulsing and throbbing. They thrummed as The Radiance plucked them like she would on a harp until they played the harmony she desired, rewired to fit her song. Finally, like a piece of paper gone down the drain, the last of the world was sucked into the spiral, leaving nothing but emptiness in the cradle of the universe. The Radiance herself blinked of existence in a flash of light to leave behind only the vortex she had created, but even that began to implode on itself.
Hungry for more it ate its own fabric until it collapsed in on itself. There one moment and gone the next it took the thunderstorm with it and a sudden blanket of silence descended.
And then nothingness reigned supreme in the aftermath.