The Divine Symphony

Beyond the edge of existence, where neither stars nor time had taken root, the Gate of Eden's members gathered. They did not prepare for war—there was none. They did not refine weakness—there was none. They trained because it was their nature, the act of gods expressing their boundless might.

Each clash was not a battle, but a display of cosmic harmony. A demonstration of what it meant to shape existence itself.

Ultimate Infinity – Blance and Fene

In the emptiness between realms, two beings stood, their presence alone defining the space around them.

Fene raised his hand, and the battlefield shifted. The cycle began. Space twisted, movement flowed in endless repetition, and reality itself became a loop of perfectly aligned moments. Every action, every breath, every strike had already been taken, existed, and would be taken again. To exist within his realm was to be caught in eternity.

Blance watched, unreadable beneath her bandages, the hollow of her head dripping its unknown essence onto her scales. She did not fight against the cycle. She did not seek to break it. Instead, she judged it.

And with that judgment, the cycle cracked, finding it guilty for ruining the balance of time and space.

Some repetitions vanished, erased without ever having happened. Others were allowed to continue, refined under her decree. The endless became finite, the predetermined rewritten. She did not destroy—she decided.

Fene grinned, unfazed. This was what he wanted. To challenge what seemed unbreakable, to prove that even eternity could be rewritten.

Blance, silent as always, simply continued.

Leaders of the Alive – Para and Tet

Life and Order—two forces that shaped existence itself, and yet, so different in their nature.

Tet moved first. With a sweep of his arm, life erupted from nothingness. Entire ecosystems unfolded, creatures of impossible form sprang into being, new realms teeming with potential. It was not chaotic—it was intentional, a masterpiece of vitality given purpose.

Para observed, the golden rings around his head shifting in silent contemplation, the big amount of blue eyes watching carefully. Then, with a simple motion, he reached out.

And life changed.

Tet had birthed them, but Para defined them. Beasts that had roamed freely now carried purpose, instincts refined, their very essence shaped by his decree. The once-wild world became structured—not limited, but guided. What had been potential became certainty.

Tet did not resist. He watched, intrigued, for he knew—creation was not merely the act of making, but of refining, of defining. Para did not reject life; he gave it meaning.

Together, they sculpted existence itself.

The Unmatchable – Para and Ebress

There was no battlefield. No ground. No horizon.

Only space. And the two who ruled themselves within it.

Ebress moved, and the cosmos bent to his will. Distances collapsed, entire realms folded into themselves, dimensions twisted beyond comprehension. In his presence, the very concept of space lost meaning. He was not merely within reality—he dictated its shape.

Para watched, silent.

He could not alter this. He could not reach him.

No matter how much Para wished to understand, to connect—to define and refine—Ebress remained untouchable. Unmatchable.

Still, Para tried. Not with power, but with presence. With words. With the unwavering belief that all things could be reached, all things could be understood.

Ebress did not respond. He never did.

And so they stood, together yet distant. A battle that was never truly a battle. A clash that was never truly a clash. Two beings who would never bridge the gap between them.

Not because they refused.

But because some distances simply could not be crossed.

Sheol – The Unmaker

Then came Sheol.

Where there was form, he brought ruin. Where there was light, he cast shadow. He did not create, he did not guide—he was Destruction incarnate, and he reveled in his role.

His presence was a storm, and his gaze fixed upon Eden. There was no reason for his choice—there never was. Creation and Destruction would always find themselves at odds, a cycle neither could deny. And so, he moved.

Eden's masterpieces, so carefully woven, shattered in an instant. Stars were unmade before they could burn, celestial wonders crumbled to dust without ever having existed. Sheol's joy was unrestrained, a being of endless power unchained.

Tet and Fene joined the fray, their forces colliding with his unrelenting devastation. Tet surged forward, flooding the void with new life, forcing it to grow even as Sheol sought to unmake it. Fene twisted destruction into patterns, bending Sheol's chaos into a repeating loop, turning his destruction into something bound. Tet and Fene team up, creating a strong living being and cycling it to eternally exist, to be immortal. However, doing impossible is what The Gate of Eden's members do, so even immortal will fall from their hands, and so Sheol wins again.

But Sheol laughed. Patterns could be shattered. Life could be erased. He did not resist their efforts—he embraced them, reveling in the endless struggle between creation, order, and the inevitable end.

The Celestial Convergence

And so, the highest beings clashed—not in conflict, but in cosmic artistry.

Infinity wove itself into judgment. Life flourished under the hand of order. Space and law remained forever distant. And Destruction danced with those who sought to resist it.

There was no victory to be had. No failure to suffer. No lesson to learn.

They were the Gate of Eden—the architects of existence itself. Their movements were not struggle, but instinct. Not preparation, but expression.

None could rival them. None could challenge them.

They were absolute.

For now.