The grand instructor of the primordial academy was a being of profound stillness, a living monument to the ages they had traversed. The lines etched upon his face were not mere wrinkles, but the cartography of epochs, each crease a testament to a witnessed cosmic event. His eyes, pools of liquid starlight, held the distant glow of nascent galaxies and the quiet darkness of extinguished suns.
His robe, woven from threads of solidified celestial light, flowed around him like a gentle, perpetual twilight, whispering of the celestial dance they had observed since the moment of creation.
He moved with a deliberate slowness, each step a measured rhythm in the grand symphony of existence. He moved blodly and openly, yet none were capable of perceiving him , none of those present here at least.
The Grand Instructor had witnessed countless trials throughout his long years. He had seen prodigies ascend, struggling youths carve their paths, and the forsaken ones crumble into obscurity. Every Prime carried within them an Origin—a spark of power that defined their existence, a guiding light that set them apart from the lesser races.
He had seen flames of golden purity, cold lunar brilliance, even chaotic storms of raw power. He had once watched a Prime's Origin blaze forth like a miniature sun, a phenomenon so rare it was recorded in the annals of celestial history. Yet, for all his knowledge, for all his experience, nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness.
His gaze flickered across the vast hall where the students were immersed in their respective trials, locked away in complete darkness, forced to confront their own existence. Most fumbled at first, disoriented in the void, their consciousness grasping at anything familiar.
Then the lights began to bloom.
Gary Amberson's Origin Light flared—a radiant gold extending several feet beyond his body, pulsing with an innate nobility. A Prime destined for greatness. He smirked, even in his trance, as if embracing the sheer inevitability of his power.
Luna Ashborne's was another sight to behold. Her Origin Light shimmered with an otherworldly silver, neither burning nor pulsing, but flowing like a river of moonlight. Its glow wrapped around her like a cocoon, so transcendent in nature that it barely seemed to belong to this world.
The Grand Instructor nodded in approval. These two had exceeded expectations.
Then, his gaze fell upon the one anomaly—Dawn.
At first, there was nothing. A hollow space, as if the boy had vanished completely. A trick of perception, perhaps? No. He focused, his senses attuned to the slightest shifts in energy.
Something was there. A faint flicker buried beneath layers of darkness, a dim amber light, like a lone ember struggling against an ocean of shadows. It trembled, uncertain, wavering in its own existence. The Grand Instructor raised his brows. So weak? Or ..Sealed maybe?
Then it began to change. The ember did not extend outward. It started shining brighter and brighter. The glow around him didn't increase though.Instead, the darkness around Dawn thickened, as if his Primal Origin Light was so weak that it couldn't penetrate the thick darkness. Or maybe, the dark void around him was so strong that it wouldn't allow his Primal Origin Light to shine. There was nothing but pitch black darkness around him and yet his form could be easily perceived. The instructors on duty seemed capable of perceiving him but they ignored the fact.
The Grand Instructor felt a chill run down his spine. He had seen many types of Origins, but never had he encountered one that did not simply generate light—but also consumed it. The air in the chamber grew heavier, as if the very concept of presence was being undone around Dawn.
He stepped forward unconsciously, his usually composed expression breaking ever so slightly. His mind raced back through the archives of his memory, searching for any precedent, any record of an Origin like this.
There was none.
The ember within Dawn flickered once more, and then all at once, it collapsed inward amd shone forth like a dazzling Supernova. In that instant, the Void and Radiance surged forth simultaneously from deep within Dawn.
The Grand Instructor's heart pounded. This was no simple absence of light. This was a phenomenon beyond his understanding.
Then realization struck.
It was his light, just twisted beyond recognition as it left his body, becoming Void.
The room that had appeared devoid of color was, in truth, saturated in it. The very void that swallowed all was his radiance. His Origin Light was not something that simply shone. It existed in two states—a paradoxical force of illumination and consumption.
A void that radiated.
For the first time in many years, the Grand Instructor felt something close to fear. His breath hitched, his skin prickled with something ancient and primal. This was not something meant to exist within the laws of the world.
He had once stood before the roaring infernos of Solar Monarchs, weathered the lunar tides of Transcendents, even touched the edge of the cosmos itself in his pursuit of understanding. And yet, none of those compared to the suffocating, unknowable depth of what lay before him now.
The darkness around Dawn pulsed. It moved.
For a single, unbearable moment, the Grand Instructor felt as though something was watching him.
His hands clenched into fists. This… was dangerous. This was beyond prodigy, beyond anomaly. This was something that defied definition, a being that should not be, and yet was.
The moment passed. The abyss receded, and Dawn remained where he was, his head bowed, his form unassuming. As if nothing had happened. As if the world had not just glimpsed something that should have remained unseen.
The Grand Instructor took a slow breath, forcing composure back into his being. Whatever this was, it needed to be understood. Controlled. The world was not kind to what it could not comprehend.
He murmured under his breath, the weight of his words carrying the depth of his realization.
"Void Radiance."
And in the silence that followed, he knew—this child was destined to unravel an era, one that started a storm that will engulf the whole world.