Aiden stood upon his newly crafted world, his throne forming beneath him.
A silver-gold seat, carved from the very essence of possibility.
The wind howled. The sky trembled.
His realm had begun.
But this was only the first step.
Because soon—
The strongest beings of the multiverse would arrive.
And Aiden would either prove his supremacy—
Or fall before the titans of creation.
Aiden sat upon his throne of possibility, overlooking the boundless world he had created. An infinite expanse where power was no longer inherited, but forged. Where the weak could rise, and the strong could fall.
The weight of the cosmos pressed against him, yet he felt no burden.
This was his world. His realm.
But he was not alone.
—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!
The sky split open. A great rift tore through the heavens.
And from it, the first of many came.
