In the beginning far beyond distant galaxies, beyond layered multiverses—there existed Nothingness.
A void so absolute that thought had no meaning.
Where mana, time, space, and existence itself had never been born.
A place even the Almighty Supreme Being, the gods, and the angels dared not approach.
It was a void where creation held no authority.
And yet—from that impossible nothingness… something emerged.
A life form.
From the formless void, it began to take shape.
From nonexistence, it manifested—becoming a newborn infant, fragile in appearance, yet carrying an aura that defied all laws.
The moment this existence was born, the entire multiverse trembled.
Worlds shuddered.
Dimensions distorted.
Even the Divine Realm was shaken.
Upon the Celestial Throne sat a figure whose face could not be perceived—hidden behind immeasurable authority. His robe was cloaked in holy golden light, radiating the presence of an absolute being.
The Almighty Supreme One had become aware.
That presence…
That terrifying, unfathomable presence…
Had reached even Him.
Before the throne stood millions__no, billions—of angels, aligned in perfect order. At the four corners of the throne stood the Cherubim, each radiating overwhelming divine power that upheld the balance of heaven itself.
Among the countless angels, four Archangels stepped forward.
They were chosen.
They were commanded.
Their mission was simple—
Investigate the origin of this unknown existence.
And if it posed a threat to all creation…
Suppress it. Contain it. Or erase it.
The first was Logarath, the Archangel of Space and Time, whose will alone could fold dimensions and reverse causality.
The second was Mogoroth, Archangel of Divine Essence and Souls, ruler over judgment and spiritual authority.
The third was Ashrath, the Archangel of Reality, whose existence dictated what was real and what was not.
The final one stepped forward last—
Archangel Michael.
The Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Army.
The pinnacle of all angels.
A being who wielded absolute authority over space, time, reality… and death itself.
Without another word, the four Archangels departed from the Divine Realm—
Heading toward the origin of the impossible.
Toward the void where nothing should exist