Long before Hsyko ever laughed in the hallways of Lumina Vale, before Beatrice glimpsed the threads of time, before Jairou's speed bent the laws of space, there existed a world shaped by unknowable force. A realm not yet named by mortals, where power was not granted but written into the soul at birth—no, before birth.
This was the Primordial Age, an era of architects and anomalies.
The universe, in its earliest state, was not born in silence or chaos. It was woven. Reality did not explode—it unfurled. It sang itself into form. From the echo of this first song came a structure known only to the ancient few: The Great Thread.
The Great Thread was not merely time. It was the path of all logic, emotion, consequence, and memory. It formed the lattice of dimension, morality, and energy. Where it coiled, stars were born. Where it trembled, wars erupted. Where it snapped, worlds ended.
Its weaver an entity known only as The One Who Writes Reality was not a god in the traditional sense. He did not demand worship, did not answer prayer. He was a creator not by desire but necessity. His existence came before meaning, before identity, before even the concept of cause.
He existed in solitude. In stillness. And in his solitude, he wrote.
Each realm, each race, each story: written.
He did not expect resistance. Not because he thought himself invincible but because he believed reality itself wanted to be written.
He was wrong.
Velmorn: The Unwritten
Velmorn was never a mistake. He was not an accident. He was a consequence.
As The Writer shaped, ordered, and finalized, the inverse accumulated. In the corners of every certainty, the possibility of contradiction grew. Velmorn was that contradiction manifest. Not chaos unacceptance. He was what reality rejected. Not evil by intent, but anti-design in purest form.
He had no shape, no memory. Velmorn existed outside of formality. He did not breathe, he did not hunger he unwrote. He called his ability the Existential Rewrite. With it, he could alter laws of existence. Mountains ceased to be. Empires faded into myths without ever existing. Immortal gods aged and died with a whisper.
But even he had bounds.
The Writer's architecture was vast. The Great Thread was self-correcting, partially immune to full corruption. Velmorn could erase, but not fully override. And in this, his resentment grew.
Velmorn sought the heart of creation. He attacked the Thread Temples six cosmic towers that upheld the symmetry of reality. Each tower was defended by a Warden, crafted by The Writer himself.
And so the First War of Threads began.
The First War of Threads
Velmorn struck the Temple of Time first. His army formed of Anomals, beings rejected by the weave flooded the corridors of eternities.
The Warden of Time, Seraphis Rael, wielded the Chrono-Staff, a device forged from the pulse of history. He stood against Velmorn for eleven thousand sequences years by mortal reckoning. Each moment was a death, a reset, a ripple.
Velmorn rewrote timelines mid-battle:
Turned Rael's own attacks into fragments of forgotten thought.
Erased entire possibilities of defense.
But Rael fought using binding threads time that could not be unwoven, sealed by the Writer's original command.
In the end, Velmorn broke through. Rael was not killed. He was unmade a deathless disappearance. The Temple of Time fell.
This began the unraveling.
Next came the Temple of Matter. Then Spirit. Then Memory.
Each fall shattered more of the known reality, pushing existence into instability.
Dracula & Venos Join the Fray
As Velmorn moved, his presence drew others.
From the Shadow of Forgotten Skies came Dracula, the Identity Thief. He entered battle not by force but by consuming Warden after Warden, wearing their faces, speaking in their voices.
He consumed the Warden of Memory mid-battle, turned her into a hollow shell, and used her image to destroy her own sanctuary. Dracula's army called the Mimics mirrored this power. Whole battalions of fake heroes tore through cities.
From the Decaying Realms, Venos slithered.
Venos did not fight with armies. He infected. Once he entered a location, it became forgotten. Maps erased themselves. Records burned. Survivors could not recall what they had seen. Whole cities vanished from all recollection.
Venos fought in the Silence Campaign a war where not a single weapon clashed, yet three continents vanished from the minds of every being.
Together, the Tri-Void Pact rose, and the cosmos trembled.
The Final Stand: The Seventh Temple
Only one bastion remained: The Temple of Origin.
The Writer himself had sealed it, hidden it between collapsing moments of time.
There, he created the failsafe: not a weapon, but a being. Not to fight now but to become the answer when the world forgot the question.
This being was not trained.
It was not powerful.
It was not even conscious.
It was Hsyko.
In a final act, The Writer sealed Hsyko into the most stable realm Earth surrounded by passive laws, dulled energies, and the illusion of peace.
Then he faced Velmorn.
The Writer vs. Velmorn
It was a battle of absolute forms.
Velmorn with Existential Rewrite, trying to erase the Writer's authorship.
The Writer with Script Law, rewriting Velmorn's future before he acted.
Reality bent, broke, looped. Stars were born and died within heartbeats. In one instance, Velmorn won but the timeline collapsed. In another, The Writer struck a killing blow but Velmorn rewrote his injury into birth.
They battled across the Blank Sea, a space where nothing had yet been written.
Ultimately, The Writer saw the truth: he could not win. But he could delay.
He sealed himself within the deepest layer of the Thread, erasing his name from existence, becoming the void between lines.
Velmorn, wounded and slowed, retreated.
The war ended not in victory but in silence.
And the long wait began.
Legacy Set in Motion
In Earth's cradle, Hsyko was born.
Within him:
Omni-Cosmic Absolute power to control, destroy, or transcend all creation.
Absolute Nullity power to end all meaning, all relevance, to render even omnipotence void.
But for now, he is a boy. With dreams. With flaws.
Also born in this age were two others, linked to the ancient weave:
Beatrice Nebraska the Chrono-Telekinetic, descendant of the old bloodlines of Seraphis Rael. Her powers are:
Time Flux Manipulation: She can pause, accelerate, loop, and split time on localized or personal scales.
Telekinetic Command: Her mind can lift, compress, bend, or bind matter, with force growing alongside her focus.
At her peak, she may access the "Epoch Sight," a state of transcendent awareness where all timelines merge into one perception.
Jairou the Infinite Vector, his speed is more than motion. It is concept:
Absolute Momentum: He can move faster than causality, striking before the action is conceived.
Hax Overdrive: Jairou adapts to powers that would traditionally bypass or ignore speed, allowing him to counter hax-based abilities in real-time.
He walks "outside the map," bypassing dimensional restrictions temporarily, though not without risk.
And beyond the veil of history, the Tri-Void waits.
Velmorn, the Unwritten King. Dracula, the Faceless Hunger. Venos, the Silent End.
They stir.
The old war was never over.
Only paused.
And the story has only begun.