DarkAngel_

In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



Five weekly chapters: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and two on Sunday.

For a while, I posted only one chapter a week because I ran into a small issue with the 'language'/'naming' of some creatures in the recent chapters. I wasn’t sure which language to use for their names—and I even considered creating a simple one specifically for that purpose. I gave it a try, but I didn’t like the outcome and eventually gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read.

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Chapter 117