At another corner of Reality—far beyond the comprehension of mortals and gods alike—a place existed where thousands, perhaps millions, of Cosmos aligned in perfect orbit. Each Cosmos a living, breathing universe. Each pulsing with stars, dimensions, life, and death.
And above it all… a Throne.
Forged from the bones of collapsed timelines and encrusted with the dust of shattered realms, it stood as the centerpiece of this place—a Nexus Beyond All Creation.
Seated upon this throne was a being.
He was still, like a statue carved by the hands of eternity itself. Cloaked in robes woven from voidlight and existence threads, his form flickered between shapes—sometimes a man, sometimes a storm, sometimes… nothing at all.
His eyes had been closed for an eon.
Until now.
They opened.
Twin suns of shifting galaxies stared forward. He gazed toward a distant point—Leon. Toward that single cosmos that hummed in resonance with the ancient Voidbreaker Gate now branded upon Leon's soul.
