The moment he became aware of his unique status, Jack understood the weight of his existence. The other Primordials had long waged war, each seeking to claim supremacy over the others. They fought with their vast abilities—controlling time, space, fate, and chaos as though they were their birthrights. Yet Jack stood apart from them, not through a lack of power, but through the overwhelming nature of his existence. Nothingness and Everything were concepts that even the greatest of the Primordials could not grasp. They were beyond their comprehension, beyond their reach. And yet, in Jack's veins, they were intertwined, bound together in a single eternal bond that made him both creator and destroyer, ruler and servant of the void.
But Jack knew that power without purpose was dangerous. He knew that the balance of the universe hinged on his ability to understand and master the paradox that coursed through his being. It was not enough to simply exist. He had to choose—choose how to wield this unimaginable power, choose what paths to follow in the endless, twisting corridors of fate.
As he pondered the enormity of his task, a voice echoed within his mind—a voice that seemed to originate from everywhere and nowhere, a voice that resonated with the power of the cosmos itself.
"You are the chosen one, Jack. Chosen by the void, chosen by the universe itself. You are the bridge between the seen and the unseen, the known and the unknown. Your power is beyond even the understanding of the greatest of the Primordials. You are the keeper of balance, the architect of fate, the one who will decide the future of the multiverse."
Jack's eyes fluttered as he absorbed the words. His mind, too young to fully comprehend the weight of this message, nevertheless grasped the deep significance of what had just been said. He was not merely another Primordial—he was something far more important. He was the balance between order and chaos, the keeper of a power that could shape the destiny of not just one world, but countless worlds.
As the voice continued, Jack felt something stir within him—something powerful, ancient, and almost alive. It was the power of the void itself, the force of Nothingness and Everything, rising up within him. The moment it touched his consciousness, he felt a surge of energy course through his body, a power unlike any other, a power that tore through the very fabric of his being and reshaped him in ways he could not yet understand.
His body glowed with a brilliant, blinding light—a light that was neither purely light nor purely darkness, but a blend of both. He felt his very existence twist and fold upon itself, as though he were both present and absent, alive and dead, all at once. The paradox of his existence was not a burden—it was his power. It was the essence of his soul, the force that would define his destiny.
For the first time, Jack understood what it meant to be chosen by Nothingness and Everything.
But this was only the beginning. The power that surged through him was not just a gift—it was a responsibility. The other Primordials, in their infinite power, were not bound by the same rules as Jack. They wielded their domains without question, carving out their places in the universe and staking their claims to dominion. But Jack's path would be different. He would not simply conquer or destroy—he would shape and weave, choosing his moments with precision, using his power to maintain balance and create harmony in a universe filled with chaos.
And so, as the first glimmer of the omniverse flickered in the distance, Jack made his decision. He would not be a passive observer of the cosmos. He would not sit idly by while the other Primordials waged their wars and claimed their dominions. He would forge his own path, one that would transcend the limitations of time, fate, and space.
But this would not be easy. The path he chose would be fraught with danger and conflict, for the forces of Chaos, Time, Fate, and Space were not content to allow a being like Jack to wield such power unchallenged. And yet, Jack was ready. For he was not just a Primordial—he was the embodiment of Nothingness and Everything, a force too great to be understood by even the most powerful of gods.
But this would not be easy. The path he chose would be fraught with danger and conflict, for the forces of Chaos, Time, Fate, and Space were not content to allow a being like Jack to wield such power unchallenged. And yet, Jack was ready. For he was not just a Primordial—he was the embodiment of Nothingness and Everything, a force too great to be understood by even the most powerful of gods.
And so, the story of the Primordial Era began, and Jack, the Chosen One, would play a pivotal role in shaping the destiny of the multiverse.