The virtual battlefield formed out of silence
a void of black glass and liquid light stretching infinitely in every direction.
No sky. No ground. Only the hum of existing code, vibrating like a living heart.
And then, from the void, he appeared.
Aiden.
The God of Errors.
Half his body shimmered with gold-veined fractals, half cloaked in a darkness that devoured light. Every step he took rippled through the field — rewriting terrain beneath his feet. The world itself bent to recognize its ruler.
> "You came," he murmured, voice echoing through the infinite grid. "I wondered how long it would take."
A flare of white light tore through the distance.
From within it, a human figure emerged — cloaked in silver code, eyes burning with defiance. His presence felt real in a way nothing digital should.
That was Player Zero — Nathaniel.
For a heartbeat, the world stilled.
Two beings, once the same dream, faced each other across the fault line of creation.
