CHAPTER 1 : THE LAST STORM OF THE ANCIENTS
THE COSMOS WAS FRACTURED
TItanic beings in divine forms larger than worlds collided in a brutal display of power, element collided, flames soared burning galaxies, space and time where in chaos, even the lines of fate were being cut from the overwhelming and raw power displayed by this beings
the ancients -- the keeper of the prmordial elements that governed the universe were at war
At the heart of all the chaos stood one man cloaked in black lightning with streaks of silver, eyes shone like thunder storms, his voice thundered like the very multiverse themselves were speaking. wherever he struck seas receded, shadows were burn to smithereens and even fire itself bowed in submission for he was the ANCIENT WIELDER OF PRIMORDIAL LIGHTNING
''ENOUGH!'' his roar shook the universe drowning the chaos, yet the other primordials did not falter flames rose to meet him, swords made of darkness surrounded him even spaace and time wanted to confine him, they were his kin his brothers but now they turned their powers against him because of his increasing power
''you cannot control that power '' the primordial of flame shouted her voice determined but tinged with desperation
'' it would consume you '' the primordial of darkness said while sending tendrils of darkness against him
But what they got as a reply was a thunderous laugh that sounded across galaxies ''lightning is not meant to be controlled '' it is meant to become
the war waged on for years but still the primordial of lightning still stand undefeated amongst the other eight ancients attacking, for a time it seemed he would stand undefeated forever until the other 8 primordials did the unthinkable
they sacrificed their divine form in blood and stone weaving ancient signs to draw their life away just to confine him. the lightning scattered its thunder subdued, its core lost in the anals of time
''i'll return'' was the last thing the primordials heard before they took their last breath.