In the vast emptiness and darkness of the galaxy, far beyond the shining stars, sat a figure of a man who appeared very different. He sat calmly, as if unaffected by the passing of time. His hair was long, pure white, flowing like moonlight falling over the sea of night, and his eyes—a pair of glowing yellow orbs—looked like two stars radiating mysterious light from within. He smiled, even chuckled softly, as if watching a scene only he understood, something far greater than anything in the universe.
Behind his chair, seven incredibly powerful beings stood bowing. Each one of them had a very different form, each representing a unique power and nature. They were not just guardians, but loyal companions who had served this figure for eons.
The first being, large and muscular, resembled a combination of a human and an ancient beast, with sharp claws that seemed capable of tearing apart anything in its path. Its body was covered in glowing tattoos, symbols of strength passed down from ancient times. Its nature was harsh, but loyal, serving as the physical protector of the leader.
The second being was smaller, yet its body was filled with boundless radiant energy. It was like a massive energy orb that could change shape at will. With an intelligent and curious nature, it was a being with limitless knowledge of the universe and everything within it. It often pondered and solved problems that could not be seen by ordinary eyes.
The third being resembled a dragon, its body long and shimmering like metal reflecting the light from the nearest star. With large wings that could glide through space without limit, it was a being filled with wisdom, a leader in strategy and combat.
The fourth being had the appearance of a human with pitch-black skin, an aura that vibrated and could control the elements of nature. It was known as the controller of natural forces and could manipulate gravity and time. Its nature was very different—it was calm and not easily swayed by anything.
The fifth being was humanoid but partially mechanical, with a body made of metal and advanced technology. It lacked emotions like the other beings, more like a machine designed to maintain balance. Its nature was cold.
The sixth being appeared as an entity made of shadow, not clearly visible but capable of manifesting anywhere. It had no fixed physical form—only its shadow moved in empty space. It had the ability to enter other dimensions, interacting with realms beyond human reach. Its nature was full of mystery, as it worked mostly in the shadows, not well-known to others.
The seventh being was the most bizarre of all. Shaped like an entity of light, its body constantly shifted, full of colors that defied explanation. This being could manipulate pure energy and absorb power from certain places in the universe. Its nature was agile and ever-changing, flowing with the currents of life.
All seven beings stood behind the figure named Ashurion, with deep respect and devotion. They were beings born to serve, yet also protectors of Ashurion, a figure so mysterious, even to themselves.
While enjoying a scene that only he could see, Ashurion suddenly stopped laughing. He gazed into the endless void of space before him, momentarily lost in his contemplation. Then, he opened his mouth with a voice filled with silence, as if asking himself.
"Is my name Ashurion?" he asked in a low tone, as though trying to recall his identity, or perhaps doubting his own existence.
At that moment, the entire space around Ashurion seemed to resonate with a mysterious power. Time seemed to stop for a brief moment, and the seven beings did not move, only watching attentively. No one dared to answer that question, for they knew it was not for them to answer, but more a quest for a deeper self-discovery.
Ashurion sat still, his glowing yellow eyes shimmering with starlight, yet he felt as though something was missing. Perhaps it was the memory of who he truly was, or a greater purpose he had yet to achieve. The seven beings didn't know for sure, but they knew that Ashurion was an absolute existence, and perhaps only he could find the answer.
"No one knows where I come from," he whispered softly, as if speaking to himself. "Well, it's time to watch my favorite show again. Come on, entertain me, Aris Cean," he said with a faint laugh.
With a thin smile returning to his face, Ashurion gazed at the galaxies stretching far before him. In silence, he knew that a grand journey was about to begin—one where he not only balanced the forces of darkness and light but also space and time.