Long before mana flowed through veins, before techniques had names, before bloodlines carried pride or curses—there was the Null Realm.
It did not begin.
It did not end.
It simply was.
They say the first beings who glimpsed it could not describe what they saw—not because it was empty, but because it was too full of contradictions.
A sky without color.
A ground that felt like memory.
Winds that did not move, yet whispered.
It was not a void.
It was everything that existed before existence chose what it wanted to be.
In the age when gods still walked among creation, they discovered the Null Realm—not by design, but by unease. Power, in those early days, was raw and directionless. They sought to shape it… to control it.
But control requires boundaries.
And the Null Realm had none.
So they cast their failures into it.
Broken energies.
Unstable life.
Concepts that reality itself rejected.
And then… they watched.
Because the Null Realm did not destroy these things.
