Nullen: The Canvas of Gods
Two halves of a newborn god opened their eyes in the void—Black and White, each a reflection of the being they complete.
"Wake up!" the Black half said in a toneless voice.
"Stop yelling. I'm awake," the White replied in the same flat tone.
"Tsk, then why do we feel nothing at all?" Black asked, eyeing the blank figure before them.
"Because… nothing is what we are," White answered.
The realm fell silent, the two infants facing one another—until the Black half laughed.
"Haha, good. After all, nothing cannot be killed… nothing cannot be owned… it can only consume."
"Or be consumed…" White murmured, but the Black only laughed again.
“Let them try,” Black said. “They have no idea what our art will become.”
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In a verse where power shapes reality itself....
Where Gods, Constellations, Devils, and horrors battle for the Throne of Existence—a new god is born.
A being who is not only shaped by the world, but who reflects it.
A canvas that absorbs power itself, feeding on the force that drives existence.
Power.
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