The Eternal of the Void stood with an eerie stillness, his darkened form like a shadow carved into the fabric of the world itself. His eyes, glowing with an ancient understanding, locked onto the Eternal of Light's with an intensity that seemed to pierce the very essence of his being. There was no anger in his gaze, no hate—just a cold, unfathomable knowledge. His voice, when it came, was slow and deliberate, laced with the weight of infinite wisdom.
"The fire…" the Eternal of the Void began, his voice echoing with the gravity of ages past, "needs air to fuel it, just as it needs that same air to tame it. You, the Eternal of Light, burn with a fury unmatched—your flame consumes all in its path. It ravages and devours, tearing through anything that dares to stand in its way. But you fail to see the truth in that fire. Unchecked, a fire will burn wild, a force no one can stop."
His words carried a haunting resonance, as though they were not simply spoken in the present, but had been etched into the fabric of time itself. The Eternal of the Void raised a hand, palm open, as if to illustrate the force of his words, as though the very Void he embodied was rising and falling with his breath.
"Do you know what happens to that fire when it burns without restraint, the Eternal of Light?" His voice became even lower, drawing the Eternal of Light closer to the edge of understanding. "It spreads—growing larger, fiercer, more insatiable. It consumes everything it touches until there is nothing left but ash. But what of the fire when it has devoured all it needs? When the fuel is gone, when it has destroyed all that can sustain it?"
the Eternal of the Void's eyes softened for a moment, a melancholy flickering behind the endless void within them. His hand dropped, and the shadow around him seemed to pulse with an ancient sadness.
"It dies," he said simply. "Slowly. Relentlessly. It burns itself out, and what remains is nothing but the faintest whisper of its former self—a fading memory of what once was. It leaves nothing behind but the emptiness of what it consumed. Forgotten. And that, the Eternal of Light, is your fate. Without the Void, your fire will burn itself out, and you will be nothing."
the Eternal of Light's heart clenched, his fire flickering dangerously, as though in defiance of the Eternal of the Void's words, but the Void-bound figure before him remained unyielding, his voice growing more profound, more certain.
"You see, the Void contains your fire, the Eternal of Light," the Eternal of the Void continued, each word an insurmountable weight. "It is the vessel that holds your fury, that keeps it burning. Without the Void, without me, you are nothing more than a flicker in the wind. The fire would still exist, yes, but it would burn itself into nothingness, uncontrolled and uncontained."
A brief silence hung between them, as the Eternal of the Void's form seemed to ripple with the stillness of the endless abyss he represented. He took a step forward, as if bridging the distance between their realms, his voice resonating with a finality that could not be ignored.
"And the fire controls the Void, the Eternal of Light," the Eternal of the Void said, his voice deep and knowing. "For without your flame to ignite it, the Void would simply cease to be. It would wither, dissolve, return to the nothingness from which it came. The Void does not exist in isolation. It does not function without the presence of the fire, without the force of destruction and creation that you bring."
He took another step forward, now mere feet from the Eternal of Light, his eyes never leaving the burning intensity of his brother's gaze. "You are the fire that fuels me, and I am the Void that contains you. Together, we exist in a balance—neither truly alive without the other. It is the way of all things, the Eternal of Light."
the Eternal of the Void's voice softened, the gravity of the moment hanging in the air between them. "You cannot kill the Void, the Eternal of Light. You cannot destroy the fire and expect the world to live on. Without both—without our connection—the realms will fall apart. Creation will collapse. And the cycle will cease."
His words, though spoken with certainty, were not cruel. They were a reminder. A truth spoken from the mouth of a being who had existed far longer than the Eternal of Light could comprehend—an eternal force who understood that all things, whether born of fire or shadow, needed their counterpart to survive.
The Eternal of the Void stood, unwavering, his dark eyes filled with the weight of infinite cycles, a timeless understanding of the world and the delicate balance between all things. He spoke one final time, his voice a whisper that seemed to carry with it the echo of all existence:
"Together, the Eternal of Light, we are the beginning and the end. To destroy one is to destroy us all. All things must end. But they must return to the Void from which they came, to burn again and give birth once more."
The Eternal of Light shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as his eyes flared with growing anger. "No," he muttered, his voice low and sharp with disdain. "You speak those words because you fear death, the Eternal of the Void. You know I far surpass you in power, that I am the true force of creation. You've grown weak, clinging to this endless cycle. You hold onto the Void because it's all you have left. But I..." His words trailed off, filled with a dangerous confidence, his hands crackling with energy. "I am the future. I will reshape all of existence in my image."
The Eternal of the Void stood still, unshaken by the Eternal of Light's words. The Void around them seemed to deepen, its darkness pressing against the edges of their world. "the Eternal of Light," he said, his tone calm, like the stillness before a storm, "you do not want this battle."
But unbeknownst to them both, a figure loomed in the shadows, watching from afar. The figure remained unseen, observing silently. Their presence was subtle, yet the Eternal of Light could feel the weight of the unseen eyes upon him. The figure could sense the immense power crackling between the two brothers, but it did not intervene. It only watched.
The moment stretched thin, filled with tension, as the Eternal of Light's fury surged to the surface. With a roar, he summoned his blade—a weapon forged from the very fabric of the cosmos itself. It shimmered in his hand, crackling with primordial energy, a blade created from the essence of stars long extinguished. His form blurred with speed as he charged forward, his strike aimed directly at the Eternal of the Void's chest.
But as the Eternal of Light moved, the Void shifted. In an instant, the very air itself seemed to bend, and the blade collided with nothing—nothing but a vast, impenetrable darkness that deflected the attack with terrifying ease. The space around the Eternal of Light rippled as if the world itself rejected his strike.
The Eternal of the Void's voice echoed in the darkness, calm and unwavering, despite the chaos of their power. "Brother... You do not want this battle."
But the Eternal of Light was beyond reasoning. His fury surged, an unstoppable force of destruction. "Silence!" he spat, his grip tightening around his blade as his fury reached its peak. "I will slaughter you, the Eternal of the Void! I will tear down everything you've built and reshape existence in my image! No more balance! No more rules!"
The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the mighty Relmic Tree—now the first of all creation, the root of life and death itself—shuddered as if it could sense the imminent cataclysm. Its branches twisted, its leaves trembling in response to the sheer power unleashed.
The Eternal of the Void's face remained unreadable, his resolve as unyielding as the Void itself. He raised his hands, and with a fluid motion, the darkness around him swirled and coalesced. From the inky depths of the Void, twin blades materialized—black as night, their edges sharp and lethal, forged from the very essence of the emptiness that surrounded them.
In the blink of an eye, the Eternal of the Void charged forward, the twin blades dancing in his hands, cutting through the air like whispers of the abyss. His movements were precise, deliberate, as though he had already calculated every possible outcome of the battle. He met the Eternal of Light's blade head-on, their forces clashing with a deafening sound that resonated throughout the very fabric of existence.
The ground beneath their feet cracked and splintered, the sky above them rippling with the intensity of their clash. The Realmic Tree swayed, its roots digging deeper into the new world that the Eternal of the Void had created, its very existence trembling in the face of the power they wielded.
As the two brothers stood locked in combat, the Eternal of the Void's voice broke through the chaos once more—his words heavy with both authority and sorrow. "Brother, I offer you one last option..." His tone softened, though it held an undeniable gravity. "... Surrender, the Eternal of Light. Not for what the outcome may be, but for the balance of existence."
The words hung in the air like a last plea, a final attempt to prevent the destruction that was already unfolding. The dark blades clashed again, their power crackling through the world, threatening to tear apart the very fabric of reality itself.
But the Eternal of Light's eyes burned with rage and unyielding ambition. "No," he growled, his voice filled with venom. "I will not stop. You have become weak, the Eternal of the Void. You've lost your vision! The cycle must end. The Void must be torn down, and I will be the one to rebuild it—reborn in my image, unshackled by your endless, pointless balance."
The battle raged on, the forces of destruction and creation clashing in a storm of fury and defiance. The fate of the realms, the Relmic Tree, and all that was to come hung in the balance.
Just as fast as the battle had begun it ended the Eternal of Light stood his blade plunged deep into a solid for of the void the Eternal of the Void stood there his hands wrapped around the blade "its so cold, brother you know not of what you have caused"
As the Eternal of the Void's form fell to the ground, the very land around them seemed to tremble in response. The once-darkened skies above began to crack open, releasing a radiant light that filled the entire expanse. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened their gates, casting a brilliant, overwhelming glow across the land. The light pulsed and shimmered, a brilliant beacon of creation, as if the very essence of life itself had been birthed anew. The air shimmered with energy, and the world seemed to hold its breath.
But just as quickly as the light had erupted, it began to fade. The brilliance that had flooded the world dimmed, leaving behind only a faint, distant glow. The Void, an ever-present force, slowly crept back, reclaiming its hold on the fabric of existence. The light that had once surged now dwindled, swallowed by the darkness that lay beneath. A chill filled the air, and the ground beneath the Eternal of Light's feet seemed to recoil in response to the encroaching absence.
the Eternal of Light's breath caught in his chest as he saw the figure of his brother, the Eternal of the Void, still clinging to life. His once imposing form now seemed weakened, yet there was a strange power emanating from him—a dark, unnerving aura that pulsed with new strength. As the Eternal of the Void rose, his body flickering with the remnants of the Void, the Relmic Tree, which had been the first manifestation of all creation, began to wither away. Its great branches sagged, its leaves turning black and brittle, its roots losing their grip on the world as the life it had once brought began to fade into nothingness.
the Eternal of Light's eyes widened with fury. His entire being burned with the weight of what he was witnessing. "the Eternal of the Void!" he screamed, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "How dare you destroy the first shred of existence!" His words were a mixture of rage and disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest as the gravity of the situation sank in. The Realmic Tree, the very source of all creation, was dying—its life force drained by his brother's actions.
The Eternal of the Void's form rose slowly, his eyes now glowing with an eerie intensity, an unsettling calmness in his gaze. His voice, when it came, was laced with an almost mocking darkness. "Ha, brother," he said, his tone dripping with dark satisfaction. "Do you feel that? I feel stronger than ever before. Far more powerful than I have ever been."
A faint smile twisted at the edges of the Eternal of the Void's lips as his dark eyes met the Eternal of Light's. "You see, you have caused a tipping of the scales, the Eternal of Light. The Realmic space—the very foundation of all things—has become unbalanced. And now... now, I must uphold it. I must restore the balance you so foolishly sought to destroy."
The words struck the Eternal of Light like a physical blow. His mind reeled, struggling to comprehend what was unfolding before him. The Eternal of the Void had always been a force of the Void, but now, it seemed, something more sinister had taken hold of him. The power emanating from his brother was no longer just the dark force of the Void—it was something else, something deeper, something that spoke of a newfound strength, an unholy resolve.
the Eternal of Light's grip tightened on his weapon as the realization began to settle in. "You've become something else," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, but it rang with the bitterness of betrayal. "You're not the Eternal of the Void I once knew. You're a creature of imbalance—a destroyer of creation."
The Eternal of the Void's laughter echoed through the dimming land, a sound filled with ancient sorrow and triumph. "You still don't understand, the Eternal of Light," he said, his voice rising as his power surged. "Creation is not an end—it is a beginning. It must be preserved, maintained, and balanced. You would have torn everything apart, but I—" He paused, eyes narrowing in cold determination. "I will make sure that all things return to their rightful place. The scales will be balanced, no matter the cost."
The air around them seemed to crackle with tension as the Void continued to press in on the dying world. The Relmic Tree's final gasp echoed in the wind, its great form collapsing, its roots unraveling as if they had never existed in the first place. The land trembled, as though in mourning for the loss of its first creation.
The Eternal of Light stood motionless, the weight of his brother's words settling over him like a suffocating fog. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind screaming at him to fight, to destroy the very being before him. But something within him hesitated. The world around them was already dying. The Realmic Tree had been the foundation of all things, and now it was gone. What did that mean for the future? What would come of the realms if this battle continued?
But the Eternal of the Void was not the same. He had become a harbinger of a new order, one the Eternal of Light had not anticipated—a force that would stop at nothing to uphold the balance of existence, even if it meant sacrificing everything.
The ground beneath them cracked again, splitting open as the Eternal of the Void's dark form grew ever more powerful, drawing strength from the Void, from the very unbalance that had been created. "You've forced my hand, the Eternal of Light," the Eternal of the Void's voice boomed, now resonating with the fury of the Void itself. "This is the new beginning. This is the balance that must be restored."
And as the Eternal of the Void's presence expanded, the light that had once filled the land was replaced by the choking darkness of the Void, stretching farther and farther into the distance. The first creation had died. The first tree had fallen. And now, the final battle between creation and destruction was about to unfold in the shadow of that great loss.
The observer stood alone, a distant figure against the sprawling chaos unfolding before him. The vastness of the land stretched endlessly around him, a desolate void marred only by the devastating clash between the two eternals. His eyes, glowing faintly with ancient knowledge, focused intently on the battle. There was no movement from him, no sign of emotion—just an unwavering, silent observation. The air around him felt heavy, as if the very essence of the universe held its breath in anticipation of what would transpire.
But then, just as the ground beneath him trembled with the force of the battle's impact, another figure materialized beside him. They were indistinguishable in their presence, neither one moving nor speaking, yet there was a shared understanding between them, an unspoken bond of quiet contemplation. Their eyes remained fixed on the ongoing conflict, studying every detail, every motion. The winds shifted around them, but still they stood, as unyielding as the land itself.
The battle before them raged on. Each strike exchanged between the two eternals seemed more powerful than the last, an escalation of force that could shake the very foundations of reality itself. The clash of the Eternal of Light's and the Eternal of the Void's powers sent shockwaves through the atmosphere, each blow leaving a ripple in the air, distorting the fabric of existence around them. The ground fractured with every step they took, the once-stable earth splintering under the weight of their combat. Fire, ice, shadows, and light all mingled in a chaotic whirlwind of energy, a battle not just of strength, but of ideals and the very nature of existence itself.
As the figures continued to observe, the observer felt an ancient, almost imperceptible shift in the balance of things. The fight between the two brothers was more than a mere conflict—it was the culmination of something much larger, something that had been set into motion eons ago. The fabric of the realms was unraveling with every blow, every clash, and in that moment, the observer knew that whatever the outcome, it would not be the end.
The other figure beside him remained still, its presence barely detectable, yet somehow in tune with the flow of the battle. No words passed between them, but the air between them hummed with a deep, profound connection. Both figures watched as the two eternals tore at the very essence of the world, their power a cataclysmic force, unstoppable in its intensity.
The observer knew the nature of such battles—the inevitable cycles of creation and destruction, the never-ending dance between forces that sought to either preserve or dismantle existence. And as the eternity of time stretched out before him, he understood one thing with absolute clarity: in moments like this, all things must clash. For only through such chaos could something new be forged from the ashes of the old.