In the endless expanse of a nameless dimension, where time and space coiled endlessly into one another, there existed an entity. He had no name, no face, and no purpose. He did not sleep, nor did he dream—if dreaming were even possible in the choking darkness of his world. For as long as he could remember, he had simply been there, surrounded by the suffocating void.
The dimension he inhabited was not made of stars or galaxies, nor did it shimmer with the beauty of cosmic wonders. It was a realm of pure, unyielding blackness, stretching infinitely in all directions. The ground beneath his feet—if it could be called that—was cold and lifeless, an extension of the void itself. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional whispers of his own fractured mind.
And yet, he was never alone.
They always came.
Figures of light, shadow, and everything in between. They would stumble into his realm—foreign entities from places he could not comprehend. Some wielded swords that burned with celestial fire, others unleashed torrents of arcane energy that tore at the fabric of the dimension itself. Their reasons varied: glory, power, revenge, curiosity. None of them mattered to him.
The moment they arrived, he felt it—an insatiable compulsion to destroy. It was as if the dimension itself demanded their deaths, and he was merely its tool. He would rise, his form a swirling mass of darkness and fear, and he would fight.
Every battle was a grotesque dance of violence and survival. He killed without hesitation, tearing apart his challengers with claws that seemed to materialize from the void itself. Their screams echoed briefly before being swallowed by the endless blackness. And when it was over, he would return to his restless stillness, waiting for the next intruder.
But no matter how many he defeated, they always returned.
Centuries passed. Then millennia.
Time lost all meaning as the endless cycle continued. He began to forget the faces of his challengers, their voices blending into a cacophony of forgotten echoes. He no longer felt satisfaction in his victories. The compulsion to kill remained, but it was hollow—an instinct without purpose.
The despair crept in slowly at first, like a faint whisper at the edge of his consciousness. But as the centuries wore on, it consumed him, filling the void within him as surely as the dimension engulfed those who entered it. He began to question his existence, his purpose. Why was he here? Why did they come to kill him? And why did he feel compelled to kill them in return?
There were no answers, only silence.
Until he arrived.
.........….
He felt the disturbance long before it reached him. This challenger was different. Their presence was… heavier, more defined. The air in the dimension itself seemed to tremble as they approached.
When they finally appeared, the entity felt something he had not experienced in eons: fear.
The figure was clad in radiant armor that seemed to pulse with the light of a thousand suns. Their face was obscured by a helm, but their voice rang out clearly, resonating through the void.
"I have come to end this."
The entity rose from the darkness, his form shifting and twisting as it always did. He towered over the figure, his shadowy tendrils reaching out to engulf them. But this time, his movements were hesitant. Something about this challenger unsettled him.
The battle began, and it was unlike any he had fought before. The figure moved with precision and purpose, their strikes cutting through his defenses with ease. For the first time, the entity found himself on the defensive, his form unraveling under the relentless assault.
And yet, as the fight dragged on, he felt a strange sense of relief.
With every blow he received, every fragment of his essence torn away, he felt lighter—as if the weight of countless years was being stripped from him. For the first time in his existence, he longed for the end.
When the final blow came, it was swift and merciful. The figure's blade pierced the core of his being, and he felt himself unravel completely. As his form dissolved into the void, he looked at his challenger and spoke his first and final words.
"Thank you."
And then, he was gone.
To be continued.