In the void of eternal absence, there was nothing, no existence, no nonexistence, not even the concept of nothingness itself. It was a great blackness, a profound emptiness where even the idea of absence had no place. And yet, despite the utter lack of everything, there was... something present.
That something was the First Law.
It was a law etched not in stone or sound but in essence, the embodiment of one being. That being was Merciless himself, a figure who stood alone as both the embodiment of an individual and the definition of creation itself.
In a world without existence, where a book lay unwritten and a universe had yet to be born, he stood as the only constant; the spark that kindled possibility within the void.
