the Void Devours the Universe remake

In a forgotten corner of the world, the night enveloped the land in thick darkness. A cold wind slipped through the ruins of ancient buildings, carrying whispers of secrets almost too faint to hear. Beneath an endless gray sky, a crumbling temple stood as a silent witness to times long past.

Amidst the stillness, a lone figure stood. Their face was hidden in shadows, only their silhouette visible under the faint moonlight. In their hand, they clutched a coin—the Dark Coin—an artifact shrouded in mystery and infinite power. The coin gleamed with a black aura, as if holding secrets of emptiness and destruction.

The figure took a deep breath, then, with a slow and deliberate motion, tossed the coin into the air. As the coin spun and bounced among the rubble, the air seemed to freeze. A subtle vibration rippled through the surroundings, disturbing the silence of the night. This was no ordinary tremor; it was a call that shook the very foundation of existence.

From behind the thick mist that enveloped the area, a being emerged—one never known to the mortal world. Its long, white hair flowed like a stream of ice, while its glowing red eyes pierced with an intensity that made anyone who gazed into them feel as though their soul was being stabbed by frost. The being, The Void, stood calmly atop the ruins, as if commanding the darkness itself.

In a deep and hollow voice, The Void spoke, "What is it that you desire?" Its voice echoed, transcending time and space, merging with the rustling wind and the whispers of the night. There was no emotion in its words, only a cold wisdom and judgment embedded in every syllable.

The figure who had tossed the coin remained silent. Desperation and unfulfilled hope were etched on their face. They knew that every wish made through the Dark Coin came at a great cost. Once the wish was granted, the coin would vanish, leaving behind a profound emptiness within them—a void that could never be filled by anything.

Amidst the temple ruins and the destruction surrounding them, the world felt as though it was trapped in an endless cycle of suffering and secrets. The sound of the wind, the sighs of the night, and the whispers of the past merged into a dark harmony, declaring that every choice had consequences, and every emptiness would always demand a sacrifice.

In the chilling silence, The Void waited, ready to grant the wish—or unleash inevitable destruction. That night bore witness to the beginning of a story that would change the fate of the world, where darkness and light clashed in an eternal dance, and every granted wish wrote a new chapter in the annals of cosmic destiny.

The night marched on, but the shadow of emptiness remained etched in every gust of wind, a reminder that the power summoned through the Dark Coin never came without a price. And behind all the darkness, a question echoed: What is it that you truly desire?