Across a desolate expanse, two armies stood on opposing sides of an invisible border.
The air was thick with mana on one side, pulsating with vibrant energy, while on the other, the atmosphere felt hollow and oppressive, choking out any lingering trace of power—or in this case, mana.
On the side filled with thick amounts of mana stood creatures made of pure blue energy, their bodies swirling with mana as they gathered in numbers that stretched to the horizon—millions.
Their presence crackled in the air, brimming with intense power. Amongst their ranks, there was none radiating an aura below the Grandmaster rank.
On the other side stood the Nullite army—an army of pure power and silence.
The soldiers, clad in dark, void-touched armor, trembled under the pressure of what lay before them.
Despite their power to nullify mana and energy, they were outnumbered, facing an enemy that thrived on the very thing they sought to destroy: mana.
Yet, despite the odds and the looming possibility of death, there was a singular presence at the forefront of the Nullite ranks—a figure whose very existence seemed to calm the tremors of fear among the soldiers.
He stood motionless, a towering figure with cold, black eyes that absorbed all light around him. Resting against his leg was a massive hammer that seemed to vibrate with intensity.
His presence was a void of its own, and as long as he stood, the Nullite army stood with him, unyielding.
Karn Voss. The Apex of the Nullite race.
Behind him, the generals of the Nullite army stood in quietly, their faces filled with unwavering respect.
Karn was more than just their apex; he was the embodiment of the Void—the force that negated all things, that consumed mana, light, and life itself.
To the Nullites, he was a living legend, the first of their race. He was the only reason their morale hadn't broken under the weight of the enemy's overwhelming numbers.
The silence on their side was profound, a stark contrast to the crackling energy on the other. The tension between the two forces was palpable, as if the very fabric of the world held its breath at the battle that was about to unfold.
One of the generals, a man clad in thick armor, stepped forward carefully.
"Apex Voss," his voice was cautious, "their numbers are beyond anything we've ever faced. Their formation is dense, and their mana is overwhelming. Should we wait for reinforcements?"
Karn didn't respond immediately. The wind blew gently, carrying a stillness that made the world seem to quieten. His cold, black eyes remained fixed on the approaching army, his expression unreadable.
After what felt like an eternity, Karn's deep, emotionless voice cut through the air.
"None should interfere."
The general's brow furrowed in confusion, and he stammered, "But—"
Before he could finish, a deafening roar echoed across the battlefield as the enemy army began to charge, millions of mana-made beings surging forward like an unstoppable tide.
Their feet pounded the ground, shaking the earth, their energy crackling in the air as they bore down on the Nullites with terrifying speed. In response…
Karn Voss disappeared.
In the next instant, the sky seemed to split open, and a cataclysmic explosion rocked the landscape.
The very ground quaked beneath the Nullite army as a massive, deafening shockwave ripped through the battlefield.
Dust and debris shot into the air, obscuring the view, and for a brief moment, it was as if the world itself had been consumed by the Void.
As the dust finally began to settle, the scene before the Nullite army was incomprehensible. The Nullite army stood at the edge of a massive crater that stretched far into the distance.
The once-formidable enemy force was gone—wiped out in a single, devastating strike.
In the heart of this devastation, a lone figure stood.
Karn Voss.
He stood motionless within the crater, his form towering yet eerily calm amidst the chaos. His skin was as pale as the void he commanded, almost translucent under the faint light.
Black, raven-like hair framed his sharp features, and his eyes—twin abysses—gazed forward, cold and unfeeling. His expression was one of complete indifference, as if the destruction he had just unleashed was nothing more than a passing event, a task fulfilled.
Resting loosely in his hand was a massive hammer, a monstrous weapon of pure black metal that pulsed with the energy of the void itself.
The silence was deafening.
The soldiers and generals of the Nullite army, standing at the edge of the crater, could do nothing but stare in disbelief. Karn Voss, this 18-year-old, had single-handedly obliterated an enemy force numbering in the millions with a single, catastrophic strike.
As everything began to settle, one of the generals, still in shock, stepped forward hesitantly. "Apex Voss… the council wishes to see you," he said, swallowing hard, "They wish to discuss the Veriataga Nexus."
Karn Voss turned, his expression unchanged, his eyes as dark and cold as ever. "Tell the council," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl, "that I will come when I deem it necessary. This competition is nothing more than another fleeting conflict, one that will dissolve into the Void like everything else."
The general nodded quickly, bowing deeply, his heart still racing from the sheer force of what he had just witnessed. "Yes, Apex. As you command."
Karn Voss turned away from the battlefield, his mind already far from the destruction he had just wrought.
The Veriataga Nexus was happening soon, but to him, it was just another battle, another event that would end like all others—swallowed by the void.
The Nullite race.
The Nullites were a people who thrived in emptiness. Where other races wielded mana and energy, the Nullites dealt with the power of negation.
Their abilities could nullify energy and mana itself. They were a race born of silence and stillness, where nothingness was their greatest weapon.
To the Nullites, existence was transient, and the void was eternal. They believed that all things, no matter how strong or enduring, would eventually fall into nothingness.
And Karn Voss was their Apex—the embodiment of that belief, a living void who would see to it that everything returned to the nothingness from which it came.