Prologue

In the beginning, there was only the Void. An endless expanse of nothingness where there existed nothing.

It was through the Void that everything was created; It gazed into the infinite canvas of nothingness as It commanded the birth of realities.

Countless universes were brought forth, each one born from the thoughts and ideas that manifested themselves within the emptiness.

And it was from the breath of the Void that the first Voidbound emerged. They were beings of unparalleled power, their essence tethered to the Void.

For eons, they existed, exploring the realms created by the will of their maker.

Until they were discovered by an arrogant group, who called themselves gods.

These 'gods' were a pathetic and greedy lot. Their arrogance was their downfall.

In the beginning, they sought to control the Voidbound and enslave their race.

This was a terrible mistake.

Sure, everything was created by the Void, but the Voidbound were Its favorite child.

The rest of creation simply...was not.

With each step a Voidbound took, stars were extinguished, and worlds were ripped apart.

Their thoughts resonated across the cosmos, echoing through time and space.

They could bend the very fabric of reality, shattering it like glass or weaving it together like the finest of silk.

No power could match their strength, no army could stand against their might, and no god could escape their wrath.

The gods were quickly brought to heel, and everything was soon under the control of the Void once again.

Not all gods were bad, some served the Voidbound, creating several worlds and religions with borrowed power.

As the Voidbound walked among mortal realms, they left remnants of their power, imprints that marked the land and the people they encountered.

Magic, cultivation, superpowers, no matter what form these 'power systems' took, they only came to be after a Voidbound came into contact with mortal beings.

The Voidbound were tasked with maintaining the balance of creation and destruction.

They held the delicate threads of existence in their hands, ensuring everything flourished under the Void.

The Voidbound had two roles as guardians and destroyers.

As guardians, they protected the natural order of things and kept the cosmic equilibrium.

As destroyers, they wiped out entire races, erasing them from the annals of history.

And so, everything continued—the cycle of life and death, birth and decay, creation and destruction.

After hundreds of billions of years...

All living Voidbound would converge in the original universe, also known as Genesis.

They somehow knew that their end was nigh, for the cycle of creation and destruction had reached its climax.

They went to a distant galaxy, a particular solar system, and finally to a certain world.

They waited for the birth of the Void incarnate...

The Voidbound gathered around the vessel, and with a grand gesture, they gave him their very essence, their bodies, their everything.

They had fulfilled their purpose.

It was time for him to consume everything.

The End.