The Portal to the Void had opened—wide, roaring, endless. From its churning depths emerged the Radiant of the Pantheon, a figure bathed in divine brilliance, their light piercing through the swirling blackness like a blade of heaven itself.
But the Eternal Void is not a place for light.
The moment the Radiant stepped across the threshold, their brilliance began to wither. The light faltered. Then it dimmed. Then it died.In the heart of the abyss stood the Void Knight, a presence so ancient, so absolute, that even gods dared not speak his name.His eyes were hollow stars, his armor a chasm of silence.In his presence, even divinity seemed like a candle before the storm.
Upon seeing him, Demon King Drametheous staggered, the Demonlord who had razed continents, now gripped by a fear he had not felt in millennia.He had taken him lightly.And now, trembling, he realized his arrogance had led him to the edge of ruin.
The Elven Princess, proud and untouchable, dropped to her knees as the air grew heavier and thicker, as if the very fabric of existence recoiled. Her golden crown clattered to the obsidian floor, her voice choked by despair.
Vampire King Grim, master of shadows and drinker of centuries, stood paralyzed—his crimson gaze locked with the abyssal knight's. No hiss. No movement. Just silence.Beside him, Eractus, the Stoneforged, dwarf of legends and bearer of the Molten Hammer, clenched his fists—yet did not raise them. Even he, breaker of mountains, felt the tremor of inevitability.
None dared to speak.None dared to breathe.The void had answered the call.And its harbinger had come.
"I, the Radiant of the Pantheon, do demand an answer! Why hast thou broken the ancient seal, O Void Knight? Hast thou forgotten the sins thou once committed, or dost thou seek to unleash ruin once more upon the realms?" Prometheus enraged.
"You… corrupt Radiant. You dare stand before me and call thyself Leader—Leader of the Pantheon? What mockery. What shame.
How? How could your ancestors—those feeble traitors—dare to trap me? They were mighty, yes, but never my equal. Not in strength. Not in will. Not in purpose. Yet as a cowardly pack of liars and backstabbers, they succeeded where honor would have failed.
Tell me, Radiant...How could such worms defeat me, and worse—how could they name you their successor? An insect clothed in stolen light. A flicker pretending to be a flame. You—chosen to lead the Pantheon? What a sick joke of fate.
Just look upon the world you claim to rule! See what your so-called 'divine light' has wrought!The skies weep. The lands burn. The hearts of mortals cry out in silence. Their sorrow has echoed through the ages—piercing even the depths of my tomb where I was sealed in silence! I heard them. Every cry. Every plea. And where were you?
Drunk on worship. Deaf to suffering. Do you feel no shame, false god? Do you not hear the voices of the broken who still dare whisper your name in prayer? You bask in their devotion, yet offer nothing but ruin in return. You are no leader.
You are no savior.
You are a throne without honor, a flame without warmth, a god without soul.
You should have stayed in your heavens, Radiant—because down here, among the ashes… your light dies." The Void Knight, voice trembling with fury and ancient grief.
With his final, thunderous words still echoing through the shattered air, the Void Knight raised his hand — slow, deliberate, absolute.
The space around him began to crack, like glass under unseen pressure. The very fabric of reality trembled, Space begins to bend ,as if the world itself remembered who he was.
And then—it shattered.
A pulse of darkness erupted from his form, silent yet deafening, washing over them in a wave of ancient, abyssal power.The skies above buckled. The ground beneath twisted. Light bent and broke, and the stars themselves seemed to vanish.
"Void Magic: World Domain."
His voice was calm now. Not shouted. Not screamed. Just spoken.Like a sentence passed.
And in an instant—they were no longer in their world.No sun. No stars. No sky.Only a vast, endless expanse of nothingness, carved from the raw essence of the Void itself.
The Radiant, the Demon King, the Elven Princess, the Vampire King, the Dwarf—they were all trapped. Enclosed. Consumed by a realm that was never meant for mortal minds.
Here, time stuttered. Space lied. And the Void Knight reigned as god and warden.
He stood at the center of it all, cloaked in endless shadow, his presence towering, his eyes glowing with cold, unrelenting power.
"Now…" he said, voice echoing from every direction, "Let judgment begin."