Too Weak

The world was in an odd limbo, silent and endless. If there was ever true nothingness, this was what it would be. Deeper than the void, blacker than an abyss. 

Lifeless. 

It was the essence of a complete lack of potential, a world that had nothing to give and nothing to be taken. 

Through it, consciousnesses swam. These were the minds too powerful to be snuffed out in an instant, but too distant to ever taste life again. 

This stream existed beyond the Northern Star, a place where the weapons of the Four Great Families had once been hidden. And yet, it was even beyond those deathly destruction flames that Leonel had once tapped into. 

Here these minds drifted. Forgotten and buried, never to return. 

Soon, in this place without time, they would vanish without a sound, not even a puff of smoke or a whisper of wind would beckon them to the forever of nothingness. 

And it was here that a voice unexpectedly spoke.