Deep within the boundless darkness of the universe, an immeasurable existence sat in silent meditation. With each slow breath he drew, countless cosmos were annihilated—only for new ones to be born with the next.
Suddenly, space twisted.
A colossal nine-headed serpent emerged, its massive body coiling as it kowtowed before the ancient being.
"My god," the serpent spoke with reverence, "forgive me for disturbing your meditation. I bear urgent news."
The figure did not open his eyes.
Only a faint hmm escaped his parted lips.
Encouraged, the serpent continued, "My lord, a strange dark entity is rapidly approaching your domain."
At those words, the figure finally ended his meditation.
"I know," he said calmly. "I have long been aware of its presence."
His voice echoed across the void, steady yet absolute.
"There is no need for concern, Nagin. My time has reached its end. The prophecy is at last coming to fruition."
He paused, as if gazing through eternity itself.
"A new era is about to dawn. And with it, the fateful one shall be chosen—to inherit my position."
Slowly, the figure raised his hand, moving with extreme care.
For should he act too hastily, even that simple motion would shatter the countless cosmos born from his breath.
The serpent turned its gaze toward the distant universe.
What it saw caused its many eyes to widen in shock.