I have no recollection of my birth, for I have always existed.
I am the embodiment of the laws governing the Nexus Sea—my will is its will. Mortals have come to call me "The Great Scourge" and "The Annihilator," but such labels are mere whispers in the void—I transcend their infantile understanding of the universe. But how characteristic of humanity—to brand anything beyond their grasp as monstrous, to call the very laws they should revere as a calamity.
Foolish.
"" exists beyond definition.
The embodiment of the laws requires no justification or understanding, and need not offer any explanation. When a Lighthouse dims and a world is on its last breath, I manifest. This is not by any choice—it is cosmic inevitability.
That girl once dared question me: "Have you never heard the anguished cries of those dying worlds?"
Such noise is nothing more than fleeting whispers to my eternal ears, destined to be silenced beneath the inexorable weight of the laws.
Annihilation may seem merciless, but balance is the law of the Nexus Sea.
These insects weep, beg, and rage before me... mere shadows of defiance against the inevitable. Each believes their world matters most, that their brief existence holds supreme value. Yet before the immutable laws of the universe, entire civilizations are but motes of dust—and those specks of life, even less.
Whether they despise me, fear me, or worship me is of no consequence.
For eons, I have watched countless worlds crumble to ash, witnessed countless creatures dissolve into the void of despair. Their terror, their rage, their desperation clinging to life—to me, these are nothing more than droplets against the tide. My resolve will never stir, just as the sea will never yield to grains of sand.
I consume dying worlds as naturally as flame devours parchment. These worlds have reached their terminus—life exhausted, order abandoned, purpose fulfilled. A corpse left to decay would only contaminate the Nexus Sea.
I serve laws far more sublime than morality, far more ancient than emotion. Destruction and rebirth, end and beginning—that is how the cosmos turns. Those who dare defy this eternal cycle commit the highest blasphemy against the very fabric of existence.
So when the Nexus Sea began its descent into chaos, when that failed Navigator emerged in brazen violation of his sacred duties, I felt something long dormant stir within my essence—anger and resentment. Only possessing the ability to "cross," yet incapable of lighting the Lighthouses, his very existence sows discord throughout the Nexus Sea. I must erase him utterly, along with that equally incomplete vessel, . Only then can true order be restored.
I know he struggles against his fate. They all do. But their defiance is as meaningless as shadows wrestling the dawn. These infinitesimal beings dare challenge the fundamental architecture of reality itself, dare believe their mortal will can reshape the immutable order.
Absurd beyond all measure.
The Nexus Sea must choose a new Navigator, and so I have begun devouring the Lighthouses that should not have shared this fate. I know this act will unleash greater chaos, but that price must be paid. Only through the complete annihilation of the corrupted system can true balance be built upon its ruins.
Concepts of good and evil are dust before me—my very being is part of the Nexus Sea. Without the destruction I herald, there can be no rebirth. Without the end I bestow, there can be no beginnings.
I will return the Nexus Sea to its destined path, teach these self-righteous insects that before the laws, all resistance crumbles to nothing.
I am . I am the living embodiment of the laws. And they are the immutable, inescapable, absolute.
Before me, all existence is but sea foam.
