Descend of the Darkness
That was the personification of the black dragon lord , everyone saw this happen, in which the lord of fear, he is a hero , who in an adventure, got involved in his companions' plan to save the world, even against common sense, against his best thoughts, he was against the plan, it seemed that they didn't listen to them, the excuse was that he was one of the only heroes.
Those who lacked power should let the great hero of the sun be the master of it, that damned envoy from a higher plane, the priestess corroborated this, they called him a denier, at that moment, he argued, he had no support, so he yielded, in the middle of the adventure, against everything he thought, he yielded even more, letting them be guided in this adventure.
In the midst of the grand operation, in this twist, amidst their progress, it was yet another setback; everything their screamed trap. It was a scenario, which seemed different, where the unfolding of the Sands of Time with that entity could send them back to the end and the beginning of everything.
He never believed in prophecies.
He tried to bring in the voice of reason.
You have no powers, you're just jealous of who Kal is. He's the chosen one, I know, I saw it. He has the power that so many prophecies speak of, he is, I'm sure of it.
Neither gods nor promises of redemption fueled his rage against everything he believed in; in an argument, he yielded.
Bruce — the man without powers — wore black not as a uniform, but as a condemnation.
While he was the last mortal among gods and demons, the man who saw the error before the disaster.
And, as always, nobody listened to him.
Proceeding to the Council of Heroes, they gathered under the glare of the Eternal Sun, in a city built between dimensions. There were the Great Solar Hero, the Priestess of the Stars, and the warriors of a thousand races. They all spoke of "salvation."
Bruce, in silence, knew what it was: ritualized suicide with flags of hope.
When Bruce tried again, he was ignored.
"This operation is a trap," he said, his voice dry and sharp.
But the Solar Hero replied with that radiant, almost blind smile:
— You are the man of fear. Let the light guide you.
All of his words burned hotter than the sun.
They called him a denier.
Skeptic.
Weak.
But still, when did he finally give in? However, when the ceremony began, he gave in.
Not out of faith, but out of weariness.
Finally, on to the Trap
When they arrived at the Temple of the End, it stood among the stars, a structure of living stone, moving like a sleeping serpent.
There, the Priestess raised the Solar Scepter.
The runes glowed.
The air broke apart.
The power was gone, everything was destroyed.
It was then, when it all ended, when it all crumbled.
Then the ceremony went wrong, it all ended, time broke.
The witches could help him, guiding him towards each of the events that could bring about the end; the living weapon helped him; that black ball of energy, which could lead them to nothingness, destroyed everything; he was thrown through time.
The heroes became shadows, dissolved into echoes.
Bruce tried to run — but reality itself swallowed him up.
It was then, when Bruce opened his eyes, that there was nothing there.
Neither time. Nor life.
There was no way he could die, because there was no death, there was nothing.
The Library of Emptiness
In the world of emptiness, there was an enormous, endless library that accumulated altars, ceremonies, and the knowledge of time itself, where the great librarian dwelt, along with them, the entity of the end, the great dragon of the beginning and the end.
That entity, which it was necessary to reach , so that this would be possible, through the ceremony .
There was no life, there was no death, due to the end times.
The world of emptiness was strange, disconnected, with no end or beginning; the books, the things, everything there was nothing; the knowledge of the end and the beginning was also everything.
It had no life, no beginning, and no end, because the universe itself had crumbled and come to an end.
The entity of ruin, the creature of the end they were searching for, couldn't be summoned in time, and Bruce was thrown there instead.
He had a body, but no life; the entity had energy, but no body; it was itself the entity of the end and the beginning.
There, amidst lifeless dimensions, a voice awaited him; there was no way out, nor could there ever enter again.
A man in a gray robe, his face made of dust, eyes of a thousand ages, the great library of the end and the beginning.
They stayed there for endless ages, or rather, they didn't stay for any length of time at all, but it was as if neither time nor space existed.
There, reflections of the planets were found, broken, moulded, and crumbling; knowledge flowed into that library.
"You're too late, Bruce Wayne," said the Librarian. "The ending has already been written."
There, together, lies the entity of the end and the beginning.
Your name now, upon joining me, will be Tsuki Miki Delphos.
The great, immense moon that was the only one left.
Floating above the table was the Great Book of Time, a volume crafted from dragon skin and fossilized light.
I cannot go to the past, nor to the future, but I need a body to inhabit me. – Zariel, the entity of the end and the beginning, said.
"I cannot die, because there is no life, nor is there death, but I cannot leave here, because I have no power to do so," Tsuki said.
He was there, he had ages and ages, the energy that should have been used for the ceremony could kill, but it couldn't kill, ages of nothing, and of everything, where he would be taken to the end, the lord of chaos, the creature of the end, he had ages to learn.
Bruce touched it, and saw everything:
The past. The future. Repetitions. Stupidity. Recycled hope.
When he learned his lesson, he knew he would save everyone; he didn't want anyone stopping him from doing what was right.
In every era, the same speeches.
The same mistakes.
The same gods smiling.
The clock in the cave had stopped years ago.
Now, he traversed sandy mountains, with reflections of planets, which clung to gigantic bodies, like the very bodies of all entities, including that of Perpetua, the Anti-Monitor, which lay there.
Water dripped from the rocks as if time were slipping away drop by drop, never falling.
Planets with no gravity, which collided long ago, stuck together like mountains.
So, they came to an agreement.
The dead universe would exist within him, like the library of the end, both inside and outside of him.
Bruce stared motionless into the darkness.
In his chest, the Dragon breathed with him.
Let's make a deal. – I need a body, an avatar, to get out of here.