THE KEY OF THE VOID
Before the first star shone, before the first sound echoed—there was only the Void. An emptiness that even the Ancestors of Light, born from it, could not comprehend.
They wrote the First Law of the Celestial Cosmos with blood and light: "He who possesses a Soul shall live; he who loses it shall be forgotten."
But from that very law, the First Key was born. Not a relic, not a weapon—it was a paradox. A flaw in the law they had created. Whoever merges with it will become The Fool, capable of rewriting destiny, or the Berserker who ignites an eternal rebellion.
The Ancestors were terrified. A power too absolute must be imprisoned. So they created something vaster than the ocean, its sails stretched like a never-fading dawn. A ship larger than the ocean and the sky combined, its sails ablaze like a thousand folded dawns.
Twenty Giant Gods—Statue Titans—bore the ship on their shoulders. Their faces were rigid. Each of their steps thundered, flattening the kingdoms of the underworld that dared overreach.
Their scale was beyond comprehension. The distance from a Titan's shoulder to its ear was a journey of Seven Hundred years for the fastest bird.
They possessed two thousand four hundred wings.Each primary wing was equivalent to one thousand two hundred ordinary wings, and every part of that wing was the size of a mountain along with its entire contents—forests, lakes, cities, and the life within. Over time, they would grow and multiply like plants.
These Titans bore the Sun-Moon Ship upon their shoulders,as wide as billions of continents, their souls sacrificed for this eternal task. Each of their steps was an earthquake for the worlds below.
On the ship's deck lay a giant, jet-black coffin, adorned with glowing red runes. Inside it, the Key of the Void was bound by Celestial Chains—each link weighing as much as ninety-nine mountains, stretching back from the ship, leaving a trail of light across the sky.
Centuries passed. The world filled with Guardians of the Unseen—humans with luminous souls who built civilizations with blood and fire. But they did not know that high above the sky, a ghost ship endlessly sailed, carrying their greatest threat.
Until one day…
In a remote village not recorded on any map,a baby was born without a soul.
He did not die.
He was not forgotten.
He simply…existed.
And in the depths of the cosmos, the celestial chains thundered for the first time.
The Void whispered,for him alone: "He who possesses no soul, shall shake the cosmos."