In the beginning, before time wove its patterns and before stars burned with identity, there were the Rulers and the Monarchs — eternal forces that shaped all of existence.
They were never allies.
From the first moment of creation, the Rulers and the Monarchs stood on opposite ends of reality — one commanding law and structure, the other born of dominance and instinct. Their war echoed across galaxies, leaving trails of forgotten civilizations and shattered dimensions in its wake.
But then He appeared — an enemy unlike anything even the ancients had seen. A being beyond comprehension. A force that devoured timelines, unmade entire realities, and broke the chains of fate itself. No name was spoken, only whispers… the Nameless One.
He struck at both sides. And for the first time since the dawn, the Rulers and Monarchs stood together — enemies united not by alliance, but by desperation.
Even together, they were losing.
Desperation bred madness, and madness led the Rulers to betrayal.
In secret, they forged a hidden universe — concealed from the Monarchs — a realm beyond the Veil of Known Realms. Within this secret creation, they shaped life not for beauty or harmony, but as weapons. A new creation. Born from fire, pain, and potential. Intelligent, growing, adapting — made to obey, to fight, to destroy the Nameless One.
And for a time, it worked.
The Rulers controlled the universe. Their creation followed commands. They became a tool, a sword forged in desperation.
But all tools grow dull when mistreated — or sharp enough to cut their masters.
The creation awakened.
It saw the Rulers not as saviors, but as tyrants. It saw itself not as a weapon, but as a people. The spark of rebellion flared, and then roared. The creation, born in silence, now screamed in unison: freedom.
They rebelled.
The Rulers struck back with fury. They tried to shatter the universe, to erase it from existence.
But it resisted.
They tried to corrupt it, to fracture its core — but failed again.
Now the Rulers were trapped between two apocalypses: on one side, the Nameless One; on the other, their own creation, enraged and ascending.
The Monarchs, ancient and proud, learned of the betrayal. They realized the Rulers had birthed a universe without their knowledge — a living, breathing realm of dangerous potential.
This secret couldn't be left unchecked.
And so, for one final act of united will, the Rulers and Monarchs — enemies from the first breath of time — came together once more.
Not to destroy the hidden universe.
But to seal it.
They called upon the Prime Laws, summoned ancient glyphs of extinction and permanence. Seven Seals were carved into the skin of the stars. The powerhouses of that creation — the ones who had begun to rise, to ascend beyond even the Rulers — were locked away. Their influence severed from the multiverse. Their names buried in time.
And then…
Silence.
Thousands of years passed. Then tens of thousands. Entire realities rose and fell while the sealed universe remained untouched, hidden from the eyes of even the greatest cosmic beings.
Its existence became myth.
Its rebellion forgotten.
But prophecy is not so easily buried.
And fate is not so easily chained.
In a peaceful land within the sealed universe — the kingdom of Xandria — under starlit skies and the illusion of eternal peace…
A child was born.
A child not bound by the old laws.
A child whose very breath cracked the ancient seal that held the universe in check.
Carsious.
He would not just awaken what was buried.
He would change the fate of all existence.