Before stars blinked, before time ticked, there were only three.
Bangador — the pulse of pure ignition, the spark that knew no pause.
Dextor — the current of drive, movement, and relentless purpose.
Ozgath — the crushing stillness, silence heavier than space, the pull toward nothing.
They did not speak. They did not sleep. They existed — waiting for the inevitable.
And then it came.
Their meeting wasn't a war.
It was a collision of definitions — three laws of existence clashing where no law had ever ruled.
Bangador erupted.
Dextor surged.
Ozgath consumed.
And in that singular instant, reality fractured.
A blinding eruption, neither light nor darkness, exploded across everything and nothing.
The Primordial Bang.
It was the end of what never was — and the beginning of what could be.
From the eye of the explosion floated a single form:
a Cosmic Egg, shimmering with all three essences.
It was alive, but unborn. Silent, yet seething.
It carried the memory of power… and the promise of something new.
While the echoes of the Bang faded into emptiness,
the egg drifted — untouched, unshaped, unchallenged —
through raw voids, dreamless space, and dimensions still forming.
Until one day…
it reached a small world, circling an average sun, on the edge of insignificance.
Earth.
On this world, a woman named Felly lived.
She was mortal, fragile — yet in her womb, a miracle was beginning.
Conceived in love with a man named Gabriel Sazaly,
a single sperm had reached its ovum.
And in that quiet instant of human life forming…
the Cosmic Egg fused into it.
Power met flesh.
Bang met blood.
And something impossible began.
A child.
Not a god.
Not a monster.
Not a legend.
Kriztorez Nel.
A being born not of heaven or hell, but from the collision of purest forces.
The only one to carry all three Primordial essences in harmony.
The True Primordial.