After observing his angels, shadows, and the newly-formed Archangels, Stefan turned his gaze outward. The inner realms were only the beginning; the multiverse required order and boundaries. With a simple gesture, he split existence into layers beyond the perception of mortals and gods alike. Thus was born the Outerverse—a ten-layered plane of reality even powerful beings could not cross. Stefan alone could traverse it. Each layer reflected a different facet of creation: matter, time, void, energy, chaos, divine law, life, death, thought, and possibility. From the Outerverse, Stefan could oversee all universes without obstruction.
Next, Stefan created the world of Pandora, a massive prison world for the monsters that had defied creation. Its continents were forged from dark, unyielding stone, its oceans flowed with crimson energy, and mountains twisted impossibly into the sky. Here, the strongest threats from countless universes would be sealed. Each monster was given a name, a form, and a history—beings who had once crossed universes, devoured worlds, or challenged gods. Stefan's intention was clear: Pandora was both a tomb and a testing ground for existence itself. It was perfect, for only the true ruler of creation could maintain such a prison.
To ensure Pandora remained secure, Stefan summoned Null, a being of pure void. Null's form was indescribable—a silhouette of empty space within space, eyes like twin black holes, radiating infinite stillness. Stefan spoke: "You shall be the warden of Pandora. No monster shall escape. You shall remain until I command otherwise. Your will is mine, and your power is mine to direct." Null bowed, vanishing into the depths of Pandora, ready to enforce Stefan's law. Even Escanor and Diablo could not challenge his command here; this world was Stefan's alone, and Null's existence was proof of his absolute authority.
Meanwhile, Stefan observed the monsters populating Pandora. Some had once devoured entire planets, others had feasted on the very fabric of universes. Their names were etched in Stefan's mind: Xygrath, the Devourer of Stars; Morvath, the Eternity Breaker; Nihlus, the Void Serpent; Kaelith, the Time Wrecker, and countless others. Each was trapped within the prison, yet aware of Stefan's gaze. They could sense him, and even the faintest fraction of his power made them cower. In this moment, Stefan understood the balance he must maintain: chaos must exist, but only under his rule.
Finally, Stefan stood in the center of all creation and observed the multiverse from his throne of golden light. The Archangels, Escanor, Diablo, shadows, angels, generals, and Null were all in place. Heaven glimmered in the center, Wakoemundo circled in shadow, and Pandora waited silently in the outer orbit. Stefan smiled faintly. Even at 0.1% of his true power, he was untouchable, absolute, and eternal. The foundation of his dominion was complete. The multiverse, the Outerverse, and Pandora—the prison for his enemies—were all under his law. The stage was set for the rise of the One Above All