Chapter 1: Awakening

The void was filled with swirling, uncontrollable chaos. The ethereal heavenly clouds, formed from the pure heavenly energy, swirled, the primordial thunder, a force of raw power, pulsed through the heart of this forming world,

Amidst this breathtaking display of power, a soul, once human, now ethereal, floated amidst the swirling clouds. She now existed as a being of pure energy, a silent observer to the world's birth. Yet, her consciousness was shrouded in a haze of drowsiness, a quiet emptiness where memories should have been. She knew nothing, felt nothing, but the quiet, steady formation of her own existence. The memories of her past life, a human existence that had been abruptly severed, faded into the mists of time.

She had been reborn, transformed into an ethereal essence, a being of immense power imbued with the destructive force of heavenly thunder. But there was no curiosity, no longing to uncover the secrets of her past. Her past life, her human existence, held no power over her. All she knew was that she existed, that she was an embodiment of celestial energy, a primordial force.

Time, in this forming world, was measured not in days or years, but in the slow, but steady evolution of the universe itself.

The ethereal essence drifted, a solitary being in a vast and ever-expanding cosmos. She existed in a state of quiet contemplation, a passive observer to the unfolding of creation.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, she awoke.

The world had taken shape, a breathtaking landscape of towering mountains, crystal-clear rivers, and sprawling forests. The air, still young and pristine, carried the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. The sun, a blazing orb in the endless blue sky, bathed the world in its warm, golden light.

She stretched her ethereal form, a being of pure energy, a swirling vortex of heavenly thunder. She reached out with a thought, gathering the dark, ominous clouds around her, as if they were a part of her being.

Instinctively, she tried to control her energy, causing the appearance of thunderous lightning to occur around the ominous cloud.

With a focused intention, she channeled a beam of thunder towards the highest peak of a towering mountain.

The energy surged through her, pulling at her essence, molding it, shaping it. The thunder hit the mountain, a cataclysmic explosion of light and energy. The very air crackled with power, and the earth trembled beneath the force of the impact.

The display of power that shook the very foundations of the mountain itself, causing the birds to fly away desperately.

Then, a slow, almost imperceptible transformation began. The heavenly thunder energy, the very essence of her being, coalesced into a single point, turning into a swirling vortex. It shifted and changed, taking on different shapes in an attempt to form a human body.

She watched this process with a detached interest, a silent observer to the unfolding of her own transformation. The energy of the thunder, her very essence, sculpted itself, molded itself into a form that was both familiar and alien.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a human body emerged from the swirling vortex of energy. She was a vision of beauty, a masterpiece crafted from the destructive force of heavenly thunder. Her skin was pale as snow, her eyes piercing silver white, and her long, silky white hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her features were delicate and ethereal, sculpted by a hand that was both powerful and graceful.

She examined her new form with a critical eye.

"Not bad,"

She murmured, her voice as soft as a whisper.

"Perhaps a bit too pale."

She tested her new body, moving her limbs with a newfound grace. Her muscles, honed from the raw power of heavenly thunder, responded with effortless ease.

She let out a satisfied hum, a low vibration that echoed through the mountains, her aura of heavenly punishment surged. A slight smile, barely perceptible, appeared at her face

The primordial thunder's awakening was complete.