by JaysonW
In a vast space, a supreme entity known as Prime forged twelve distinct cosmoses and entrusted 12 guardians to uphold balance and governance across its vast creation. With the order secured, Prime entered a deep slumber, confident in the harmony it had set in motion. Centuries passed, and one day. When Prime finally awakened from its slumber, it found the cosmos engulfed in chaos—its creation fractured, its harmony lost. Grief-stricken by the devastation, Prime reasoned with his 12 loyal guardians, but no one was able to provide a solution except one guardian. Based on his counsel, the prime chose to bestow its divine essence upon a single being, the one destined to restore balance and peace across the twelve worlds. This chosen one became a symbol of hope, traversing worlds, healing rifts, mending what had been broken, and restoring the balance. For years, peace began to return—until one day, without warning, the chosen one vanished. With their disappearance, the delicate order unravelled once again. Chaos crept back into the corners of each realm. What happened to the Prime’s chosen one? And what will happen to the cosmos?
