In the deep black void, where not even the faintest trace of light could slip through, a darkness so absolute that it devoured every spark, only the voices of six figures echoed restlessly within the abyss. Their words were the only proof of presence, trembling against the silence of eternity.
It wasn't possible for them to exist here, not in this suffocating emptiness… and yet… they were here, lingering, defying the impossible, and taking hold of something that not even their own existence could truly comprehend.
They grasped at forces far beyond their reach, forces that even they could not hope to master.
A faint spark dared to ignite in the endless void, a fragile gleam of defiance against the . swallowing dark, yet in the same instant it appeared, the blackness consumed it mercilessly, leaving nothing behind.
Three distinct voices resonated simultaneously:
"I shall be the Sphere that holds 'It'."
Crack... Crack...
The sharp sound of crystal making echoed ominously.
… Yet,
