In the vast expanse of the multiverse, where countless timelines spun like threads in an eternal Swirl, stood a being known as Endpoint. He was not merely a character; he was the ruler of the end of stories, a harvester of narratives, a force that erased beings and their tales from existence. With each erasure, he savored the silence that followed, the quiet that settled over once-vibrant worlds.
Endpoint tore through dimensions, an ever-collecting shadow, until one fateful day he encountered Primus, a Primordial of Creation. Primus was majestic, an ethereal figure clad in hues of gold and silver, and shimmering with cosmic aura. Wielding the power to shape realities, craft destinies, and orchestrate events throughout the multiverse. As Endpoint felt his presence, he could sense the weight of eons in Primus's gaze.
Primus: "Ah, Endpoint," Primus spoke, his voice resonating like the strings of a celestial harp. "You understand the beauty of creation, yet you revel in destruction? Why choose the end when the beginning holds limitless potential?"
Endpoint: Endpoint chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "You speak of beginnings, Primus, but what good are they when the end is inevitable? I am the conclusion, and without my touch, your creations mean nothing. They simply linger, waiting for my embrace."
Primus: Primus, unfazed by Endpoint's arrogance, responded, "Creation and destruction are mere cycles. Every end begets a new beginning. You may erase stories, but they always return, reborn."
Endpoint: Endpoint's eyes gleamed with darkness. "How quaint, yet naive. The cycle of rebirth means nothing when I possess the power to sever those ties altogether."
Endpoint: With a motion of 2 hands, Endpoint conjured an incantation that was whispered of in hushed tones— "Predator Wave." The piercing power of Death Energy crackled around him, and the atmosphere thickened with tension. Not even a Primordial could resist the overwhelming force he was about to unleash.
In that moment, Endpoint unleashed the Predator Wave, a surge of death that rippled through dimensions, devouring all in its path. Primus felt the wave's approach, an immense pressure that pulled at the fabric of creation itself. Panic flickered across his divine features, but he quickly masked it with disdain.
Primus: "You think your might can stand against the orchestrator of the multiverse?" Primus declared, trying to summon his own powers.
Endpoint: But the wave swallowed his abilities whole, erasing not just the Primordials form but his essence. The multiverse trembled as the very concept of Primus began to unravel, threads of his existence snipped cleanly away by Endpoint's power.
Endpoint: As the light faded and silence once more enveloped the space, Endpoint stood in the void where Primus once thrived, a satisfied smile creeping across his features. "You should have understood the futility of boasting before the master of endings. Creation without recognition of its terminus is a folly."
Endpoint: Without a flourish, Endpoint dismissed the remnants of what had been, embodying once more the spirit of negation. Yet, as the void expanded around him, a whisper echoed back through the realms. A voice softer than a breath, yet profound.
Primus: "Every end is just a pause. I have sown seeds among the stars. They will blossom… and darkness shall flee."
Endpoint: Endpoint paused. The laughter died in his throat as he felt an unfamiliar chill slither down his spine. For the first time, doubt crept in, and with it, unease.
Endpoint: "Perhaps," Endpoint muttered under his breath. "But for now, the story is mine to command."
And with that declaration, he ventured forth, weaving through the multiverse once again, cloaked in arrogance. Unknown to him, the cycle was merely beginning — the silence would lead to whispers, and whispers would become roars. Tales, once forgotten, were destined to rise again, ever pushing against the embodiment of the end.
But Endpoint—the great eraser—was oblivious. He sought to conquer the end of stories, unaware of the lingering echoes that persisted long after the last word had faded.