It all began, when a lone Amberite trodded the dusty chasms of a world deep wherein no single entity could survive. Bloody, limping, unable to contain his body from succumbing to the damage yet the adrenaline remained. In this here darkness the Ghost of a God made his way... Loose claret like fluids ran all over his now creased suit, tainting his knack for perfection even then at this current time his apparel wasn't the focus, escaping this gorge was.
Falling to his knees onto ashen floors, clusters of the dead's burnt remains flutter into the atmosphere, the boney entities that had shattered upon his wake are the only resonating remnants in this space.
The Tachi he held a firm right-hand grasp onto slips into the gaps between each of his fingers, seconds before contact with the peculiar ground the blade grows inelegant, and particulates then nothingness. Chittering sounds reverberate at the expense of the aforementioned individuals coming of end, these were NanoScarabs at work breaking down flesh and technological advancements into raw energy.
To the spectral that he alone sent into said ethereal plane, he'd seem to turn into dust. Well into a 10 second count his entire right half of the body would have broken off from the remainder without blood or any imaginable wound and into the air it followed an active breeze.
Left foot, hand, waist, chest and shoulder are all devoured in similar suit. All he had for the time was his mind to help think, there was nothing else, no pain no distractions. Locked into a far gaze he simply allows them to rid him of his existence forever... Then.
Well actually let's first retrace our steps to how it all actually began, how said existence was born from almost mere nothingness, how it developed a core, conciousness till it bore a family, to a community till a whole society scattered across indefinite masses of planetary debris. Then to the impossible 'Happening'.
Before this imminent end.