The man, who had been resting after his long journey from the River of Books, was drenched in sweat—his body trembling, his breath heavy, his mind distant.
Then, without warning, a sharp jolt surged through his chest. The shock twisted his insides, and he collapsed to the cold floor, gasping for air. His trembling hand clutched his chest as he whispered through the pain,"Wh–what is this…? What is this pain inside me?"
The room he lay in—the Hall of Void, as he had named it—had become his prison ever since his return from the River. He had not stepped outside once.
Now, writhing on the ground, his vision blurred and his heartbeat slowed… until it stopped.
And in that silence—a sound echoed.
A heartbeat.
But it was not his own.
"Th… this heartbeat," he gasped, his voice trembling, "it must be them… but how—how is that even possible? They're sealed… locked away in a dimension even I cannot reach."
Pain surged through every vein of his body like molten fire. He dragged himself across the marble floor toward the great window—the one that overlooked the world beyond his chamber, the Hall of Void. His trembling fingers touched the frame as he forced his eyes open.
And there—beyond the veil of the cosmos—he saw her.
Woman, standing amidst the starlit expanse. Her face shimmered with the light of countless neutron stars, each tear upon her cheek a galaxy in itself. She smiled through those tears, radiant and eternal, and when her gaze met his, her eyes spoke words beyond speech:
"The Son has been born."
At that moment, the man's breath froze. The heartbeat that had shaken his soul thundered once more—resonating through every corner of existence.
The man, still pale from the echo of the heartbeat, steadied himself and summoned Miss. Missy.
"How are things progressing?" he asked, his voice low but edged with authority.
She bowed slightly and replied, "My lord, your eldest son moves with great speed. All tasks have been completed. Every being gifted with thought now knows of the Space Government, and they rejoice in it. Many have enlisted in the army, and new headquarters have been established across countless worlds."
"Good… very good," the man murmured, his tone half-pleased, half-distant.
He paused, then asked, "Did I receive an invitation to the wedding?"
"Yes, my lord," said Miss. Missy. "You received the card—and you are summoned to attend."
"Summoned?" His eyes darkened. "Does the King of the Void truly think of me as his lap pet?"
"My lord," she warned softly, "be careful. He can hear you."
A crooked smile crossed the man's face. "Alright then. Tell the woman to be ready for the wedding—and call my sons."
She hesitated. "Umm… my lord, there is something you should know. Both your sons are not in the castle."
He exhaled sharply. "Fine. Whatever. But do not take your sensors off the woman. Keep your surveillance constant."
"As you wish, my lord."
MANY LIGHT YEARS PASSED..............
In a distant galaxy known as the Milky Way, within a quiet solar system on its very edge, there was a small planet called Earth.
"Nate! Nate! Wake up or you'll be late for the entrance ceremony!" called his mother from downstairs.
She was no ordinary woman. In truth, she was among the most beautiful in all the known worlds—and not just that, she held one of the highest ranks in the Space Government. Her title, though curious to those who first heard it, was "The Space Men."
Down the staircase came a young boy, yawning deeply, his steps heavy with sleep. He wasn't too tall, nor too short—balanced in height, his frame fit and well-shaped. His eyes, dark scarlet in color, seemed to carry an intensity far beyond his years.
This was Nate, the son of The Space Men—and though he did not yet know it, his name would one day be remembered across galaxies.