While invitations were being sent out across all of Existence, on the other side of True Reality, a certain individual found himself staring at the same elegant black-and-gold envelope that had appeared before countless others.
With his long, pure black hair drifting gently in the non-existent wind and his pale skin glowing faintly under the unstable light of his realm....
This was Male — the final Champion… or more accurately, The Eye of Final Dusk.
After his last battle against a few members of the Ineffable Pantheon, he had retreated deep into his own verse.
Currently, he sat alone in a vast, empty space.
His personal realm was still incomplete — a bubbling, unstable verse that only existed in a lower-to-high dimensional framework.
It was nothing compared to the fully realized reality created by Ash or the existing eighteen.
As he sat in the void between universes, turning the invitation over in his hands, he couldn't help but recall the battle he had suffered.
