In the darkness of the night, Reaper couldn't hear much. The earth seemed to be stopping breathing one by one, the whole world under the sky was becoming uncomfortable. He felt a kind of restlessness in his mind that ordinary people couldn't feel. A circle of fear was forming, which surrounded him.
However, Reaper had no place for fear. He had a specific goal in his eyes, only destruction and cruelty awaited him in front of him. Everything that was happening around him was eternal. The world was being eroded by an invisible hand, a force that was pulling him towards something terrible.
In the trembling fear and emptiness floating in the depths of the world, Reaper had one goal—he wanted to destroy the world, so that his new creation could be possible again.
Ghost-like shapes were emerging from every corner of the world. The world seemed to be enveloped in darkness. Reaper's enemies were not just external—they were his own soul, his own darkness. The shock of the terrible memories of his past were leading him towards destruction one by one.
More ghosts were emerging from the darkness. Their faces were completely incomplete, but their eyes were filled with rage and hatred. Many of them were old souls who had once been part of Reaper. They now stood against him as enemies. The creator of the world had crossed the path of destroying his own soul with his own hands, and his enemies wanted him to be destroyed too.
Finally, the last gasp of the enemies came. Reaper felt a moment of suffocation approaching. Before him stood an enemy who was a reflection of his own past. The whole world had now become a battlefield. Reaper knew that the final battle that stood before him was going to be the most terrible battle of his life.
He had a new power in his hands—it was not only his own, but the power of the eternal darkness of the world, which had merged with him. Only he had the power to lead the world to the abyss of destruction. Each attack from the enemies made him stronger.
And finally, Reaper began to fight for the highest level of dark power. Reaper began to defeat enemies one by one, erasing their essence one by one.
The world was in a terrible state—it seemed to be over, but Reaper knew that this was not the end. His war story was not over, but a new chapter awaited him.
Reaper stood in the darkness. Even after everything in the world had been destroyed, his hunger was unquenchable. There was emptiness around him, a deep emptiness that was ready to swallow the world once more. An invisible force was pounding in his eyes, in his mind, in his soul. The darkness within himself was driving him into a new war.
Responding to an invisible call, Reaper moved forward. He knew that the world was coming to an end, but in his imagination a new world was beginning. After a terrible war, new energy flowed through every cell in his body.
"You don't know what this is going to be," Reaper said to himself. There was a strange sadness in his voice, but at the same time an insatiable desire. The fact that the world had been destroyed was not a matter of sorrow for him—rather, he knew that his next war was about to begin, a war that would change the world forever.
The enemies were defeated, but now it was time to reinvent himself. Reaper knew that many unknown dangers awaited him. Some of his enemies were those who had once controlled the world—but after their defeat, Reaper was now about to emerge as their new enemy.
He silently thought about the source of every power in his body. Even though the world was destroyed, Reaper was still in the process of transformation. He knew that at this moment, the sudden presence of his enemies would test him anew, challenging all his fears and weaknesses.
The Origin of the Void
In a deep cave, Reaper stood. His eyes were filled with infinite imagination—the outside world was nothing to him. Only a single goal—death, destruction, and ultimate rule. Having defeated his enemies, Reaper realized that their power would no longer be able to stop him. However, the door to a new power had opened before him—this was another level of fear.
The enemies approaching him, whom he had never seen before, had strange, strange powers. Some of them were the spirits of old enemies, and some were more terrifying—those who existed as ghosts or spirits.
Reaper knew that now the meaning of his power would change. The power he wielded was built with the power to destroy the world, but something even more terrible awaited his next enemies. The weapon he needed now was "The Void"—a power that transcended any sense or reality he had known since the beginning of creation.
As he gathered power, a new cataclysm was forming in his body. Darkness spread like a current in Reaper's mind. An unseen side was returning within him, shaping him into an immature monster.
After danger, fear, and cruelty, Reaper realized—it was time to go deeper, to enter a new level of darkness.
In the pitch darkness, Reaper's breathing was silent. There was only silence around, as if the world itself had fallen silent in search of a solution. The fire in his eyes burned like fire, but there was no order within that fire—it was anarchy, unrest that shook the world.
He knew that an unknown danger awaited him. The power that had been driving him to destruction, the power that was no longer just chasing enemies, was now revealing a new and terrifying side within him. This power was driving him deeper into the darkness. No matter how much the world was destroyed, there was some inner desire for his existence—a desire that was forcing him to cross invisible boundaries.
A confused group of enemies stood before him. They could not stand against any force, he imagined. They came, but their power was so terrifying that they began to flee towards each other. There was an invisible fear in their eyes, as if they knew—this was their last time.
In Reaper's eyes, the revelation of that fear was final. The darkness flowing inside him was no ordinary force—it was part of a complete, magnificent catastrophe that was capable of destroying all existence.
As time passed, the enemies rushed towards him one by one. Their power was limitless, but the darkness inside Reaper was even more terrifying. He easily repelled each enemy's attack, but a new fear was gradually growing within them. Their attacks continued, but Reaper's feet did not move at all.
The invisible force that flowed through the attack was creating another sign of destruction on him—this was no ordinary force. It was the essence of an irresistible force. From that force, a new form began to transform within his body. Spreading the boundaries of the earth and the sky, he was going to have to rebuild.
Once, when the enemies arrived in front of him, Reaper threw them at them one by one with a wry smile. His power was that each of his attacks was terrifying, yet subtle—no matter how much the enemy came towards him, they were completely lost in their hope.
"You will see your end," Reaper said in his own voice, as if everything would end soon.
The first enemy's attack was fierce, but Reaper seemed to feel nothing. The strength of his body seemed to ignore everything, as if the attack had not touched him in the slightest even when it hit him. In an instant, the enemy's strength weakened, and not a single part of the enemy could defend themselves against the next attack.
The more power came, the more it came out of Reaper's hands—a terrifying power, which was finally hidden within his inner darkness. He had no more words, only the reflection of an incredible power.