At the beginning of everything, there was nothing.
Then, a hint of white appeared, and everything was birthed from within.
From the first second of this universe's existence, the story of the cosmos is written. And every story needs a protagonist. One whose shoulders we watch over, and one who has the plot armour.
Along the body of Mr King's Excalibur, the red axe of Inochi tainted the holy white with a drop of red. Then, as the initial shockwaves subsided and the second wave created yet another explosion that rocked the entire Endless Void, the drop of red grew into a single track of red.
Like a stream of spring water trying to find its way through the cracks in the rocks, the red slowly grew and expands outwards until it went from a single track that tainted the beauty and pureness of Mr King's Excalibur to a tree that went as deep and wide as the blade itself.