Absolute emptiness 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 surrounding him. This was Erebus, Emperor of Creation, someone who existed beyond time and space, an entity that watched over the balance of the multiverse and the darkest cosmic events.
Before him, the multiverse was in complete ruin. The void created by the battle between Lyra and Selene had consumed everything. Galaxies, stars, universes and even the lines of destiny were disappearing, and what was left was an immensity of nothingness, without form, without life, without history. Erebus watched, without reaction, as if this were more of an inevitability than something that could be stopped.
