In a far southern part of the universe, a normal rotation of a planet could be observed, slowly coming to a stop as it began to revolve in an opposite direction.
Not only was this particular one, but more soon followed much larger in size. Usurped by a mysterious force that brought them to collide upon each other, such great destruction was made to form a web-like net.
All had become one within the southern universe, with its identity as the Malarion cosmic complex. Within view of this vast expanse was a dwelling made of glass that was see-through in the inside.
On it, was a man with blue-tinted skin whose hair reached below his ears, and a partially visible, well-built body. Though his face cannot clearly be given description, but his cheekbones were noticeably bleak, perhaps it was a sign of illness.
He wore clothes that were tattered, as if it would rip apart from a single tugging due to its condition. A great mark, which could be seen on the back of his forearms, extending from the nape of the neck and all towards the heel of his foot.
This tattoo was not at all ordinary, as its color gleamed and so upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be full of indescribable words. He stood in silence at the center of this throne room with his eyes piercing through the outside space, fixated on the formation of the Malarion cosmic complex.
In a single moment, his eyes blazed up like spewing flames and at its heart, revealed a majestic, hazel-colored irises that embodied an unstoppable power.
The great mark on his body reacted considerably, even more so when it began to protrude behind him. Setting up a burning tree whose branches stretched with irregularity.
However, the tree slowly dried up and slumped to the ground like it was nothing, returning to its place in his back. The Individual saw the emptiness of the throne room with his eyes before stretching out his right hand.
Causing the throne room to darken, together with his once-white hair and eyes to change in jet-black. Making the Individual look more vigorous than before, while holding a black Orb in his hand.
Softly speaking, the things he thought about the Orb that he seemingly laughed, maybe because of how it looked, which was simple and round in shape. Growing tired of seeing it, the Individual didn't spend a single hesitation letting the Orb hover, going straightforward before it circled around while he laid his eyes bare to it.
"Carrying the power that created the universe, and so I comprehended its power that kept everything in its state. Discovering the transformation, if not only the body, but also the soul to become unmatched, while allowing one to absorb the essence of fallen beings as nourishment."
Regardless of speaking those words, the Individual had no knowledge of how the universe had come into existence, together with its countless galaxies, planets and life forms. Though he had divine beings serving under him, he felt no closeness for them.
For they merely followed for stability, and in his presence, they trembled in fear. The Individual knew they formed a faction amongst themselves, led by ten who became known as the "Con Vie Limereal".
Not much was known about them, except for the dislike towards the Individual. Similarly, the feelings seemed to be alike for him. Furthermore, it simply didn't matter what the Con Vie Limereal did as long as it didn't get in his way, which they certainly won't.
Despite achieving everything anyone desired, the Individual was overcome with despair. He retained his mortal qualities, haunted by not only the memories of his companions who had perished in battles but also his own existence.
Knowingly, the Individual possessed the power to return to the past while retaining his memories and mighty abilities. But he knew all too well that such an action would only bring trouble upon himself, as resetting the universe's time would exhaust his powers, forcing him to slumber for an extended period of time.
And once he awoke, he would find himself in the midst of the attention of greed-driven beings and others who are deranged enough to seek and exploit his unique aura. Relentless in their pursuit that they would not hesitate to kidnap the people he either cared about or cause them to perish, maybe even bargain with him that would render his efforts futile.
Furthermore, meddling with time would most definitely change the course of events and alter the lives of those the Individual remembered, irreparably. Even if he used his powers to revive them, their subconscious might not want to return.
After all, most of them met an unfair death, so forcing them to live another lifetime that is unsure of tomorrow would make them go insane. Since his birth, the Individual always dreamed about a life of selfish eating with a family, but one that had enough for everyone to be filled.
Naive as the Individual was in the past, his life had denied him of those precious dreams, for it was full of unending power struggles and hierarchies that tormented him wherever he went. A memory of his past, where the Individual could only blame himself, but he knew deep down that the world was also cruel and unforgiving.
In the end, the Individual lived without anyone he could even care, even if it's only by a little amount. Nothing to share solace with, or even bathed in glory with his powers. He only had himself, and that was already a heavy burden for him to bear.
Opening his mouth to speak some empty words, the irony it conveyed made him attempt a smile. A popping sound could be heard and a fracture took shape on the walls, his thoughts grew more insulting as the throne room began to inflate in disfeature.
Unable to hold on any longer, the throne room bursted. Regardless, it was pointless to be angry. Loneliness was the only thing that remained. A bitter aftertaste, while sharply letting out the air on his nose.
He walked, then stepped each of his feet on a four stack of stairs, looking at the broken seat that was tossed away. Positioning it back as he sat heavily, unbothered by its creaking sound before closing his eyes.
Refusing to give up now, the Individual expanded all of his senses that saw through countless worlds. Maybe there was more to discover inside of what seemed to be a boundless universe.
Witnessing so many of it alongside its inhabitants, it was tiresome as each of them had their own tongues that the Individual didn't understand.
There were even instances where he had to see their own vanity in nature, indulging themselves in debauchery. Until that moment, where he suddenly felt an odd sensation yet somewhat familiar, a little too familiar. More than enough for this man to be curious.
It was a child from a distant planet, looking above the sky as if to also stare back at him. "I doubt you can see me from where you are, weak sprout." The Individual said, unknowing that this is the beginning of their long-lasting connection and so he simply decided to spend his time observing the frail child's life out of curiosity.
Watching from this wretched room of his, to the extent that the Individual had spent so much time observing the frail child grow. He had become so emotionally invested towards the young blurt, even though the Individual knew deep down, he shouldn't have been.
Day by day, more and more were starting to return inside of him. However, the first one was envy, which slowly crept up as he watched the Child possessing the things, which the Individual had been missing all along. He longed for the care and love the Child received from what seemed to be his parents.
After years had gone, the Child had already become a youth, yet the young blurt continued to stare blankly at the darkened sky. On the other hand, the Individual also never stopped watching over him, as if he was his unofficial guardian.
Over time, he had come to learn of the youth's name - Elias - which he always heard being said, while the youth also responded to it. Unexpectedly, the Individual could hear a faint sound of something approaching quickly towards his throne room, arousing his brows to twitch, feeling the regret stirring in his heart.
Straightaway, he retracted his senses, took back the Orb, while two horizontal slits below the original pair of eyes began to reveal itself. Causing the throne room to quake, "Why have you come? Perhaps I had become overly-lenient to those with heart."
Those bottlenecked emotions of his from watching over Elias were now running rampant, and it was convenient for the Individual to release it towards these beings.
A woman of outstanding beauty entered whose flowing jade hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, shimmering within the reflection of the throne room. Her ruby crystal eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, even her lips were painted a deep shade of crimson alongside a skin as smooth as porcelain, unblemished by any flaw.