VOID/ECHO

 Or: how some guy lost a cosmic seal, a goddess panicked,

and I ended up leading a bunch of lunatics to stop the end of the world.

 Translation and Revision entrusted by the Divine Archives/  Wing of Esoteric Seals and World-Ending Talismans

CHAPTER 0

INTRODUCTION

In the beginning, there was nothing but the void.
A vortex as old as time itself, a formless mass without consciousness.
And its eternal silence seemed as though it would never end.

Then… a tremor.

From the chaotic matter, faint yet determined sparks of light emerged.
Shapes pierced the darkness like newborn stars: the Gods, infinite and immortal.
There was no above or below, no light and no shadow.
Only them—scattered, alone.

Pressed by the turbulence of primordial chaos, the Gods sought order.
Driven by the need to give meaning to their existence, they stirred the matter, divided it, shaped it.
Thus the elements were born; thus space parted from time.
Everything, and its opposite, took form.

With each creation, the divinities grew brighter and more aware.
They continued to expand—creating, separating, transforming.

But the void awakened.

Sensing the fracture in eternity, the vast entity lunged at what had been formed without its consent, determined to reclaim every separation.
The Gods resisted.
The elements—fire, water, wind, earth—clashed and mingled, solidifying as the battle raged.

For eons the two forces fought.
But the void was too immense to be destroyed.

When all seemed lost, the Gods attempted one final, desperate act:
they forged a seal—a vessel capable of containing the void and banishing it forever.

In the final clash, the divinities succeeded in imprisoning the chaotic vastness within the sacred container.
The turmoil ceased.
The void was sealed.

From what remained of the battle, something new emerged: a reality with an above and a below, a before and an after, a brightness and a shadow.
Uncertain, the Gods divided among themselves the elements, time, and space, vowing to watch over what they had unleashed.

But a guardian was needed.
Someone to watch over the seal and ensure the void could never shatter its prison.

They chose her: Sigillaria.
To her they entrusted the oversight of the universal seals.

Thus, the Hall of Seals was born, and within it the great cases that would shelter all that must never rise again.

Then came silence.
And in that silence, the Gods realized that from the tamed chaos something extraordinary had taken shape.

They called it World.

Upon it, life emerged, grew, multiplied.
But the void—indestructible, eternal—remains listening.
Patient.
Waiting for the right moment to claim what it believes is rightfully its own.

So speaks the Prophecy of the Void.