The sky was dark…
but it was not an ordinary night.
It was a different kind of darkness,
one that made the world's own record tremble,
as if existence itself were reviewing all its mistakes at once.
In a place unseen,
beyond concepts,
where empty thrones pile up with no true kings upon them,
the Ruler sat on a chair without an end.
And near him were more figures,
each seated upon their own private thrones.
He had no visible body,
no features that could be seen,
yet his mere presence
was enough to make universes bow without being commanded.
His voice came from every direction,
cold…
dry…
like the sound of a grave that was opened and never closed:
"Report of the Hunter?"
The Hunter stepped forward into the domain.
His voice was steady on the surface,
but a faint tremor betrayed him deep within:
"I have… failed, my lord.
The anomaly… was not erased.
The target—"
He paused, then continued:
"—intervened… and prevented us from erasing the errors directly."
The throne fell silent.
The Ruler showed no reaction.
No anger.
No surprise.
But inside him…
there was something else.
A tremor.
Something he had not felt in thousands of years.
Something not quite called fear…
but respect, born of danger.
The Ruler raised what resembled an invisible finger
and released a faint pulse through the chaotic dimension—
a mere attempt…
to measure the threat.
But before the pulse could complete—
it collided with something.
Something of Kim.
The pulse was repelled,
as if existence itself had said:
Enough.
And in that very moment…
the message arrived.
It was not written.
It was not spoken.
It was black light,
pressing against the Ruler's awareness,
burrowing into his depths,
and carving the words there
like an unerasable verdict:
"Do not meddle with those I love…
or I will send you to hell."
The Ruler froze.
Even a being like him,
one accustomed to watching worlds erased like calculation errors,
was forced…
to stop.
He whispered softly,
as though speaking to himself:
"Chaos? Hahaha…"
Then added:
"Or… a threat?"
But this was no ordinary threat.
It was not shouting.
Not a display of power.
It was a pure threat.
Clear.
Absolute.
Inevitable.
The Hunter,
who had been sent first to control,
did not dare reply.
He knew the truth now:
Kim had not sent a message.
Kim had set a boundary.
A black shadow,
resembling the residue of Kim's existence,
seeped between the corners of the throne,
as if chaos itself had found a path into this forbidden place.
For the first time…
the Ruler felt the danger of possible annihilation
brush against the edges of his being.
Then the voice came.
Calm.
Close.
As if it rose from inside his own mind:
"Let this be the beginning."
Kim did not appear.
He did not manifest.
But his voice continued:
"For everyone I love…
one signal from you is enough
to set thrones ablaze,
to shatter worlds,
and to make you watch everything you tried to protect…
collapse."
The Hunter trembled.
The Ruler stood frozen.
And the universe itself…
stopped breathing
for a single moment.
And while all waited…
Kim still did not appear.
But his message alone
was enough
to change every calculation,
overturn every plan,
and declare
a new existential war
in which there is no place for neutrality.