An absolute void hovered before the eyes of a man without definition; his presence was almost ethereal, a figure that seemed to belong to no reality or dimension. His form was fluid, constantly changing, as if he were a representation of the abyss between universes, with undefined contours and an aura of pure Creation around him.
This was Erebus, Emperor of Creation.
Before him, the multiverse lay in complete ruin.
The void created by the battle between Lyra and Selene had consumed everything.
Galaxies, stars, universes, and even the lines of fate were disappearing, and what was left was an immensity of nothingness, without form, without life, without history.
Erebus watched, without reacting, as if this were more of an inevitability than something that could be stopped.
Suddenly, a familiar presence materialized beside him.
Orion, with his penetrating and serene gaze, appeared in the void, as if the cosmos itself were molding itself around him.
