***King Oswin Avaly***
The prophecy haunted him.
King Oswin stood in his private chambers, staring at the ancient text that had been locked away in the royal vault for eight centuries. The parchment was yellowed with age, the ink faded, but the words were still legible. Still damning.
*When the Null rises to Prime, the empire of blood shall fall. When destruction and creation walk as one, the chains of designation shall break. When the lost returns, the age of control ends.*
"It's just a superstition," he'd told himself when the first reports came of the Ashforde creature. "Old wives' tales meant to scare children."
But then the creature had revealed itself. Not just a Null Omega, but something more, something the ancient texts called Primal, the perfect balance of destruction and restoration that the empire had spent centuries eliminating.
The Null had risen to Prime.
And King Oswin felt the ground shifting beneath his feet.
