In the early days of the Venom universe—when all was still void—there existed ancient life.
Among them slept "Knull," the god of symbiosis, hidden deep within the darkness.
One day, a blinding light pierced the void and awakened Knull.
That light came from the Celestials—they were forging stars, creating life and order across the cosmos.
Knull, enraged by this intrusion, rejected the Celestials' creations. A battle broke out. From the shadows, Knull drew the All-Black Necrosword—a blade of death—and slew a Celestial.
That very sword would become the origin of all symbiotes.
But Knull's defiance came at a cost. He was exiled from the void by the rest of the Celestials. In exile, he used their blood, flames, and divine hammers to further refine his weapon. During the forging, the intense heat and ultrasonic vibrations left a lasting impact—becoming the fatal weaknesses of all symbiotes that followed.
This is why symbiotes fear sound and fire.
From there, Knull's story twisted further.
He created the first symbiotes using the All-Black sword. With them, he assembled a fearsome force—the 27th Symbiote Legion—and began conquering planets, spreading chaos across the universe.
But betrayal came swiftly.
On a nameless planet, the symbiotes turned against their god, imprisoning him deep within the world he sought to rule.
To ensure he never escaped, the symbiotes fused into a planetary mass, becoming Klyntar, their so-called homeworld. Ironically, "Klyntar" meant "cage."
Although they had overthrown Knull, the symbiotes still bore his dark legacy—an innate thirst for conquest. So, when Riot discovered Earth, he immediately set out to summon the symbiote army and conquer it.
Silent space.
A lone spaceship drifted through the void.
Riot, now a mass of writhing tentacles, was operating the ship's control system.
In the cockpit, Fenric and Belle sat side by side, watching Riot work.
"This is a symbiote, huh?" Belle muttered. "Kinda ugly, but... I have to admit, pretty damn strong."
Fenric gave a slight smile, but his eyes soon narrowed.
Traveling to the symbiote homeworld to slaughter its inhabitants was an incredibly dangerous plan.
And the danger didn't lie in the symbiotes themselves—but in the one sealed beneath them...
Knull—the god of the symbiotes.
An ancient deity, terrifyingly powerful.
If Knull sensed him, Fenric could be wiped out in an instant.
This entire mission was a gamble.
As he mulled over the risks, Riot suddenly turned his head and growled, "Buckle up. I don't want you puking all over my ship."
The moment the words fell, the spacecraft dove into the void and vanished from normal space.
Silence. Absolute silence.
All sound disappeared from Fenric's ears. It was as if they had entered a realm where time itself stood still.
All around them, dazzling streams of color stretched and warped, distorting their vision.
Fenric glanced toward Belle Morwyn—and his eyes widened.
Her body looked stretched, aged, grotesquely twisted. Her face deformed into something inhuman.
But it didn't last.
Seconds later, the spacecraft burst free from the warped dimension and returned to stable reality.
Their bodies snapped back to normal.
Belle gasped, clutching her chest. "What the hell was that? A wormhole? That was... terrifying."
Even Fenric had been uneasy. For a moment, he genuinely wondered if they'd survive.
"We're home!" Riot shouted from the front, excitement in his voice.
Fenric and Belle Morwyn looked through the glass.
A massive red planet loomed ahead.
Its atmosphere was thin and unstable. Even from orbit, they could tell—the world was dead, desolate, and unwelcoming.
Suddenly, Riot turned to them. His eyes gleamed with menace.
"I don't care why you came here," he growled. "But once you step on this planet, you'd better behave. Otherwise, the entire universe will pay the price."
Fenric's gaze sharpened.
From Riot's reaction, one thing became certain—
The god of symbiosis was real.
But so what?
Even if Knull truly existed, Fenric would not abandon his plan.
If unleashing Knull was the price... so be it.
What did the fate of the universe matter to Fenric?
Besides, this was still the Marvel Universe—filled with cosmic entities and gods. Knull might be terrifying, but he wasn't the strongest.
The spacecraft descended.
Fenric and Belle had already donned oxygen masks.
This planet's atmosphere was deadly to humans. Even someone as powerful as Fenric couldn't survive long without support.
As the ship landed...
And just as Riot was about to disembark and summon his kind—
A sudden disruption.
A lone human stood at the exit of the spacecraft.
Riot squinted. Recognition flashed across his face.
It was Drake's former driver.
Belle Morwyn's eyes widened. She instantly realized—this man must be a fellow Samsara.
She glanced at Fenric.
Still calm. Still collected. The Shura Boss showed no hint of fear.
Reassured, Belle breathed easier.
"Shura is here," she thought. "Everything will be fine."
"Step aside!"
Riot marched toward the hatch.
But the man raised his voice. "Stop right there, you ugly freak! Look at what I've got on me! You take one more step, and we all go down together!"
Fenric's eyes flicked to the man's chest.
Bombs. Dozens of them. All strapped to his body.
And in his hand—the trigger.
If he let go, they'd all be vaporized.
Riot froze mid-step. He glared at the driver, rage barely contained.
The driver smirked and turned to Fenric.
"Shura," he said loudly, "I'm here to propose an alliance."
"Don't give me that 'everyone mind their own business' crap. I won't accept it. I know how powerful you are. So, either we join forces... or we all die right here!"
Riot looked from one to the other, fuming with frustration.
"What the hell are these humans saying?" he muttered. "I don't understand a single word!"