"Nihility is the principle of absolute absence—" Cain's voice echoed faintly in the castle, his tone calm but his eyes gleaming with enlightenment. "Not destruction, but erasure. The void where nothing ever was, where memory, form, and meaning all dissolve into silence. Entropy, however, is the principle of inevitable collapse—order decays into disorder, structures crumble into dust, and all heat falls into the stillness of cold."
He focused on his palms, one blazing with white entropy flames, the other pulsing with black starlight of Nihilism. His gaze flickered with hunger and ambition.
"If I manage to fuse the two into one force," he thought, "I will forge a weapon unlike anything that exists. Not merely powerful—absolute. A blade that no defense can resist."
