Before Earth even existed—before stars filled the sky—the universe was young.
It was dark, silent, and full of wild, uncontrolled energy.
In the middle of that vast space, a massive pulsar spun like a glowing wound in the universe. It sent waves of light and energy through the stars. It was bright. Powerful. Alive.
And on its surface… a battle had begun.
Two beings stood there, facing each other. They weren't human, not really. Their bodies were made of energy, not flesh and blood. They didn't have eyes or faces, but they took the shape of humans—maybe to focus their fight, or maybe to settle something personal.
They didn't speak.
They just attacked.
Each punch they threw was strong enough to shake entire galaxies. Space bent. Time twisted. Their power was beyond anything the universe had seen.
The battle seemed endless. Every strike tore the sky. Every block shattered light itself. Neither of them gave up.
Until finally, one of them—his voice sharp like thunder—shouted:
"Mo Han! If I die here, I'm taking you with me!"
The other answered calmly, voice cold like the deep void:
"Yan Lei. Even if I fall today, I will return. And when I do, the universe will remember my name."
Both of them pushed all of their life force into one final attack.
All their energy. All their power. All their will.
And when their powers collided—
The universe broke.
Hundreds of galaxies vanished in an instant. Stars exploded. Planets turned to dust. Reality itself shattered.
Then… silence.
Both of them were gone.
No one won.
No one remained.
The universe forgot their names. The stars moved on. New worlds were born.
But something… stayed.
A spark.
Faint. Hidden. Quiet.
Waiting.
Because the story didn't end there.
It was only the beginning.