Silence was the only friend she knew.
In the endless expanse of the galaxy, where starlight usually danced with grace, there remained only a silence that was deafening. There was no longer the chirping of birds, no rustle of wind through leaves, not even the heartbeat of a single living soul. Everything had perished, crushed into cold cosmic dust beneath her tiny feet.
The girl stood atop a shard of rock that was once the highest peak of a grand civilization. Her hair, a burning reddish-orange—like a flame that refused to die—waved gently even though there was no air to move it. Her eyes, with red irises reflecting the glow of the last exploding planet, stared straight into the darkness.
She felt no pride. She felt no sorrow. She felt only... empty.
Her name was Momodongga. A name bestowed by terrified survivors before they, too, finally vanished. She was an anomaly born from the Calamity Core, a nucleus of disaster accidentally awakened by humanity's greed for energy. Since that moment, every step she took was the beginning of an apocalypse.
However, in the midst of that eternal silence, a flash of silver light pierced the darkness. An existence of a different kind, with majestic black-and-red wings and an aura capable of rivaling the heat of the sun, began to draw near.
For the first time in thousands of years, Momodongga felt a vibration in her chest. Not a tremor of destruction, but a meeting that would chain her power—and perhaps, fill her void.