Prologue

Inside the center of the storm floated four thrones and a round table in the middle made out of unknown material.

Even though an uncountable number of purple lighting kept on destroying anything in their path they avoided the man-made structures as if they were a plague.

On a closer look, you could see that the structures reach and every nook and cranny had carvings of mythical beings.

Suddenly four balls of light appeared out of nowhere and condensed into four humanoid figures.

But even though they did apart from telling their height, gender, and mass you couldn't make out anything else.

"The end of a cycle won again our galaxy has been destroyed once again"

The whisperers in the void spoke who judging from his voice was an old man but at the same felt as if countless voices spoke at once.

"How many times it has been already?! Is the destruction of our galaxy really inevitable?!"

The instrument of desire who only reached the height of a child but had muscles that would make even the biggest bodybuilders look like children compared to him roared as he slammed his clenched hand into the table causing it to shatter into countless pieces.

"Enough! There's no point in arguing! We will continue to reverse time until one of our chosen civilizations succeeds in becoming the overlord of our galaxy"

An abnormally tall woman by human standards who could make any man start a war just by her voice alone said as with a flick of her hand the table reformed itself at naked eye visible speed.

Upon hearing the woman's words the two fell into silence because they could no longer see any chance of that happening.

After all no matter how many times they reversed time their chosen civilizations more or less traveled down the same path.

The most successful one so far only managed to barely repel one foreign Xeno race that under the end of the cycle's manipulation invaded the milky way galaxy in order to destroy it.

But the keywords were that they barely did it so not to mention the second and third waves and let's not even talk about the remnants from the time before they ascended which were the cycle's final killers.

While the other one which they had the most hopes for even after all this time couldn't even step out from their solar system before nuking themselves to death first.

Of course, they had the power to forcibly interfere in their chosen civilizations development but they could only do so much without crossing the bottom line set by existence itself.

So no matter how they looked at it they had no hope left in them whatsoever the only reason they continued to do this was because this was the only feasible choice they had.

Although if compared to those civilizations they were basically gods all but in name they were still subjects to the laws of existence itself.

Suddenly the last figure which kept itself quiet all this time actually spoke up and it was quite a shock to the other three because in their eyes she was the embodiment of war, death, and chaos itself.

"Let's try something different this time"

The woman who had a figure of a warrior but at the same time didn't lose out to the composer of strands and some would even say she was even more bewitching than her with that wild aura of hers that would make men want to thoroughly conquer and tame her.

Said as she played with a pitch-black ball that was encased in a layer of purple lightning in her hand that was leaking out all kinds of amounts of feelings and emotions and they were negative ones the kind that would make a sane person lose his sanity from just a whiff of them.

They were dark, chaotic ant twisted to the point that even the other three couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"Explain"

The composer of strands said.

"Why do they end up killing themselves each time?"

The eater of worlds asked making everyone furrow their brows as they started thinking about it, after all, they knew all too well about who she was talking about until the whisperer spoke out.

"Because before they face the crisis of their civilization getting exterminated which will one way or another cause them to unite themselves they nuke themselves to death unlike us who did it before we invented weapons of mass destruction"

The whisperer said causing the other two to nod.

"So why don't we unite them forcibly and before you start saying that it's out of our power to do so listen up first"

The eater shut them up before they could even start.

"All we need to do is to periodically make slight changes in their history and at the same time install a subconscious thought of peaceful unification, hmmm let's call it the belief for the greater good, I think that's something that doesn't cross the boundaries does it?"

The three fell into thought for a while until they made up their minds.

"Let's do it"

"I agree"

"Why not it's not like we have anything to lose"

Good...

The eater thought as she continued to play with the soul in its hand.

But just this won't be enough no they need someone like him an entirely f*cked up inside who has seen and experienced the darkest side of what life has to offer.

They need someone who won't hesitate to exterminate an entire civilization if he deems it necessary to lead them otherwise they will just repeat the same mistakes we did...

But how do I make sure that he is stable and doesn't just watch as his race gets destroyed again?

Sigh* The composer of strands is much more experienced in these matters.

The eater thought as she secretly hatched another plan unbeknown to the other three.