The Void Universe was unraveling slowly bit by bit. Once upon a time, It was an infinite expanse of an ever-shifting darkness filled with history and beautiful scenery but now it had become balanced dangerously close to the edge of total annihilation. Stars which once were forged from the purest void energy flickered and died leaving behind a suffocating silence that spread like a plague. Planets formed of obsidian caused ethereal mist and crumbled into nothingness. Their remains swallowed by the hungry voidstorms tearing across the cosmos. Time itself was warped and fractured with both the past and future colliding in chaotic echoes.
At the center of it all stood Voiknwen, the most powerful Voidwalker to have ever existed. Covered in a floating robes which was woven from strands of pure void energy, his silhouette was an imposing figure with a size of more than 7 feet with his black wings. He stood against the collapsing backdrop. His eyes swirling with the very essence of the void betrayed neither the fear nor the hesitation but only the cold and calculating resolve of the one who had made peace with his fate. Yet, even now as the universe crumbled around him, his ambition lit brighter than ever.
"Is this how how everything ends, If I just had time... I could have done something " Voiknwen muttered his voice reverberating through the dying universe like the final toll of a bell. The Void Universe had reached the end of its lifespan. Its energy which was once boundless now had been stretched too thin over the countless millennia. Even Voiknwen, who has tremendous power could feel the suffocating weight of its decay pressing down on his soul. But he will not succumb just yet.
Voiknwen had spent eons studying the void and mastering its secrets from which he wielded its destructive powers. He had walked paths no other Voidwalker dared tread and uncovered several knowledge which were long considered forbidden. Currently, in the face of the total oblivion he had turned to the one of the most dangerous ritual: "Abyssal Severance" - The forbidden art of dimensional escape.
His study chamber carved into the heart of a collapsing voidstar was a chaotic symphony of void energies. Runes etched in languages which were long lost glowed with a cold unnatural light inscribed across every surface of his room. In the center of it laid the Voidheart, a crystal pulsating with what little energy the universe had left. It was also both a beacon of hope and a grim reminder of the stakes that he has.
Voiknwen took a deep breath feeling the raw volatile energy of the Voidheart pulse through his veins. This was his last gamble. The technique he had devised a new void art which would break the barriers of existence and allow him to escape into a different universe. But it was untested and the consequences of failure were unimaginable.
He raised his hands, the runes on his robes igniting as they responded to his will. The Voidheart floated upward spinning faster and faster as threads of energy unraveled from it forming a swirling vortex in the center of the room. Voiknwen chanted incantations in a language so ancient it predated even the Void Universe itself. The Vortex, which was created by the ritual grew tearing the fabric of reality as it began its expanding. His chamber shook violently with cracks forming in its walls as the void energy surged uncontrollably.
Then, just as the vortex reached its final stage something suddenly went wrong. The Voidheart which was in his control until now started resisting with the void energy in it. A searing pain shot through Voiknwen's soul and he realized with horror in his face that the ritual required more than what he had anticipated. The very essence of his own being was getting consumed to fuel the escape.
"No!!!" he roared pouring every ounce of his will into stabilizing the vortex. The strain was unbearable. His form flickered torn between existence and nothingness. And yet, he persisted through with his resolve unshaken. If this was to be his end, he would carve his legacy into the history of existence itself.
With a deafening explosion, the Voidheart shattered releasing a torrent of energy that engulfed everything. Voiknwen felt his body disintegrate, his consciousness torn apart and scattered. The Void Universe itself already on the brink, succumbed to the cataclysm collapsing into a singularity before winking out of existence. In this midst of oblivion, Voiknwen's art succeeded.
Drifting. Empty. Cold.
Voiknwen's consciousness floated through the remnants of what had once been his universe. He was a fragment of his former self, his soul fractured and raw. Time and space held no meaning here. There was only the endless void.
But then, a sudden pull. Subtle at first but growing stronger. It was as though some unseen force was drawing him toward something or somewhere. Unable to resist, he allowed himself to be carried along the remnants of his essence pulled through the barriers of reality.
When he emerged that sensation was overwhelming. The air was thick with energy unlike anything he had known vibrant and full of life. For the first time in eons, he felt the warmth of a sun, the gentle caress of a breeze. It was a universe so starkly different from the one he had known that it was almost disorienting.
And then he saw it: a child lay on a piece of cloth dying among the ruins of a house. The boy was weak and had many wounds, his life slipping away with each shallow breath. Voiknwen hesitated a foreign emotion stirring within him. Pity? Compassion? No, it was something else an opportunity.
His essence weakened and fragmented needed a vessel. Without one, he would fade into nothingness a mere echo of what once was. The child's body though frail was his only chance at present for survival. It was a desperate act but desperation was something Voiknwen had come to embrace.
"Forgive me, Oh little one." he thought as he descended into the boy's body.
The process was excruciating. Voiknwen's soul vast and complex from a different universe struggled to merge with the child's frail form. Memories clashed and intertwined the boy's fleeting moments of innocence mingling with Voiknwen's eons of knowledge and power. Pain wracked the body as it adjusted to the overwhelming presence within it.
But when it was over, a new entity emerged. The child's body remained but his soul was forever altered. The greatest Voidwalker, Voiknwen now inhabited this mortal shell. He tried to move his fingers marveling at the strange sensation of physicality. His void powers were diminished but they lingered a faint echo of his former might. It would take time to rebuild to adapt to this new form and this unfamiliar universe.
The boy's memories started revealing little bit about the place, he currently is in. It was a world filled with conflict but also with possibilities. The laws of reality here were very different and more rigid yet it was just an untapped potential. Voiknwen's mind started thinking about all the different possibilities of action that he could take.
He looked around taking a look of his surrounding. The house was filled with signs of neglect it had broken furnitures, cracked walls and dust covering everything which was in the house. The sunlight reached from the shattered windows and casted a haunting glow over the ruined house. But amidst all of this decay, he saw an opportunity. This house though abandoned could be transformed and shaped well to fit his visions.
The boy's body was very weak but he was still alive. According to him, where there was life there was always potential to grow. Voiknwen had narrowly escaped the destruction of his own universe and defied the impossible and now stood on a world with a new beginning.
"A new world. A new Beginning. A new me. HAHAHAHAHA" he started laughing his voice carrying a weight of determination. He murmured ,"I shall once again reach the summit in this universe too by learning all it's secrets."
As he took his first steps into this unknown world, Voiknwen felt the faint stirrings of his power. He had almost lost everything, he had. What remained of his power was weak just a shadow of what it once was but for it was enough.
He would learn the ways of this universe, master its secrets and reclaim his former glory. The Voidwalker's journey was far from over. In fact, it had only just begun...