Peace is a strange and intoxicating concept for a conqueror. For a time that mortal scholars might measure as a thousand millennia, I simply sat upon my throne in the First Universal Empire and watched my flawless creation spin.
I observed the infinite tiers of reality functioning exactly as I had programmed them. I watched heroes rise in the Mortal Realms, grinding through their system interfaces, fighting impossible odds to ascend.
I watched them shatter their dimensional ceilings and arrive in the Ascendant Realms, only to find a new ladder waiting for them. It was a perfect, self sustaining ecosystem of ambition and conflict, all governed by the absolute laws of my Primordial Blueprint.
I was the undisputed master of this existence. My queens, Noir and Zestia, ruled by my side. My daughter Lyra grew up surrounded by the glowing spheres of captured universes, playing with galaxies as if they were glass marbles. I had everything a god could ever desire.
