Floating in the endless quiet of space was a teenager... Bahamut.
His body drifted weightlessly through the dark expanse, his white hair streaked with black gently around him like drifting smoke. His eyes remained closed, his face calm, untouched by the chaos forming around him.
This place had nothing, only darkness and the three halos that revolved around him like celestial bodies caught in an unstable orbit.
One was a deep, dark crimson, heavy and violent like blood soaked into ancient steel. Another glowed with a lighter crimson, bright and aggressive, burning like the heart of a predator mid-hunt.
The last was a pale red, softer but strangely dense, like a quiet heartbeat echoing in a vast chamber.
