Before James was born again…before the fantasy world revealed itself…A conversation took place beyond time.
A place where no human had ever stepped.
No sky. No ground. Only endless darkness mixed with blinding light.
Seven thrones floated in silence.
Some were made of radiant gold. Some were carved from living shadows.
Figures sat upon them—neither fully human nor fully divine.
Gods.
Demons.
Their voices did not travel through the air. They moved through existence itself.
An ancient language filled the void.
A language older than worlds.
"𐌔𐌀𐌋𐌕𐌇𐌀𐌓… 𐌕𐌇𐌄 𐌔𐌄𐌀𐌋 𐌇𐌀𐌔 𐌂𐌓𐌀𐌂𐌊𐌄𐌃."
A golden figure rose slowly from his throne. Light burned around him like a dying star.
"𐌕𐌇𐌄 𐌕𐌄𐌔𐌔𐌄𐌋 𐌉𐌔 𐌍𐌏 𐌋𐌏𐌍𐌆𐌄𐌓 𐌂𐌏𐌍𐌕𐌀𐌉𐌍𐌄𐌃."
From the shadows, a demonic presence laughed softly. The sound felt like chains dragging across stone.
"𐌕𐌇𐌄 𐌂𐌇𐌉𐌋𐌃 𐌉𐌔 𐌁𐌏𐌓𐌍 𐌀𐌆𐌀𐌉𐌍."
The void trembled.
One throne—older than the rest—remained empty.
Cracks of black and gold light surrounded it.
Fear passed between the beings.
Not fear of war.
Fear of memory.
A whisper echoed—soft, final, unavoidable.
This time, even the universe understood a single sentence.
"He will awaken soon."
Silence followed.
Then—
Reality tore open.