Golden_Core

Beyond the limits of comprehension, surpassing the very concept of reality and nothingness, there exists an entity that cannot even be defined—Xalveth. He was never created, never evolved, and never had a purpose. Yet, his mere existence shakes the absolute order that was once believed to be unshakable.

When the highest beings of existence attempt to comprehend Xalveth, they find themselves erased—not just from their own worlds, but from history and possibility itself. One by one, they vanish, leaving behind a void that had never existed before.

Is there anyone who can achieve enlightenment about Xalveth without losing everything? Or is his existence merely a flaw in the undefined cosmic order?

XALVETH: THE UNREACHABLE ABSOLUTE

Countless realities crumbled like sand swept away by the wind. The Rulers, who once believed themselves to be invincible, now felt the presence of something beyond comprehension.

Yverith, the Eternal Light, stood amidst the void. His golden eyes flickered—something that had never happened before. His form, cloaked in the radiance of a thousand stars, dimmed slightly, signaling something that should have been impossible: fear had seeped into his very essence.

Before him, the emptiness swirled.

He saw something that had no definite form, yet its presence was undeniable. Like a shadow without a source of light, like a voice without an origin.

"This is impossible… You should not exist!"

Yverith's voice echoed, sending waves of energy across the remaining dimensions. But his words were meaningless. He knew—deep down—that his declaration held no weight against this being.

His existence was the answer.

And then—reality distorted.

In an instant, Yverith saw millions of possibilities flash before his mind. He saw himself in different forms: as a Ruler, as a mortal, as something entirely unrecognizable.

In every possibility, one thing remained the same—he always lost.

Yverith wanted to fight. He wanted to raise his hand and burn this entity with the very power he had once used to create the stars. But his body would not move. His mind was crushed under the weight of something far beyond the concept of time itself.

Then, Xalveth moved.

Or maybe he didn't. No movement could be observed, yet Yverith knew something had changed.

In a single moment, all the power he had ever possessed was stripped away. His very essence was torn from existence.

He became something far worse—a consciousness without existence.

He could see. He could think. But he had no form. He had no name. He was merely… awareness trapped in eternal nothingness.

And in that moment, he understood.

He and the other Rulers had never been in control to begin with.

Xalveth was not something that could be fought.

Xalveth was the truth.

Chapter 2: The Fall of the Rulers