Exitium

In the vastness of space, void of both substance and light, traversed an entity, its presence strange yet familiar—a cloud of ice and debris, almost indistinguishable from the abyss were it not for the occasional glitching of its massive body.

It was massive, but compared to the vast emptiness, it still looked small—its size head-to-head with galaxies, dwarfed by the space surrounding it.

It had been dormant in the vacuum of space for millennia, if not more, gaining consciousness once its twin, the One, also gained consciousness.

Yet, unlike its twin that created, it had the instinct of destruction. As everything had an end, one creates while the other destroys.

This entity had kept the balance for a long time, never once questioning its purpose, single-minded in its course.