The Father was one of the three primordial beings to ever exist in the known cosmology of this story.
Alongside the Mother, he embodied the very height of power—beings who could bend, reshape, or erase reality with nothing more than a thought.
Everything that followed them—every fragment of existence, every Idea, every Warden, Sentinel, and Domain Lord—were merely pieces on a board.
Tools for an endless game between two forces long weary of their own creation. But now, in this moment, that carefully crafted illusion of supremacy was beginning to unravel.
Ahem..... Enough of this NovelGeek2 bullshit.
Yes.... As you can probably tell, I'm Ash, and right now I'm making some slight edits to chapters in NovelGeek's drafts.
Let's skip the unnecessary explanations and get to the real reason I came here.
By now we should all know there's no being that could ever make me fearful. I'm also not here to prove any point—haha, I'm much simpler than that, and you should know that by now.
