Chapter 1: The Final Night The stars glittered with an ominous anticipation, pulsating in unison as the universe prepared for the inevitable embrace of the Final Storm. Aeternum Satora stood atop a floating parapet crafted from stardust, his bright skin reflecting the celestial hues around him. "Tomorrow, it shall begin. The cosmic balance will tip in ways we cannot fathom," he spoke solemnly, his voice resonating with a knowledge that spanned eons. Spooky hovered nearby, her pale cyan skin shimmering in the moonlight, tattered dress swaying gently despite the absence of legs. "This stoic vibe you're giving off, Aeternum, is so not my style! Why not throw a party or something?" She chuckled, a sadistic glint in her big beady eyes as she teased him. "I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Oh wait, literally everything!" Aeternum turned, their contrasting natures colliding like thunder and lightning. "The universe is not a stage for childish revelries. We are on the brink of annihilation," he replied, his calm tone unwavering. He absently toyed with his Omega Core-sphere, which emitted a low hum, as if responding to his emotional state Burnmount, looming nearby, chuckled darkly, tendrils of molten rock curling around his fingertips. "Annihilation? I’d call it an opportunity, really. We all know nothing lasts forever—that’s the true nature of existence. Let’s reignite some chaos before the end!" His voice was a growl, somewhere between amusement and existential dread, invigorating the atmosphere with his destructive potential.