The magnificent universe was never easy to keep calm. While humanity on Earth remained completely unaware, the universe itself had always walked the Path of Transcendence through the law of the strong devouring the weak in darkness.
Weak star systems were swept up and absorbed by powerful ones over billions of years, while mediocre races gradually vanished into the river of history.
Perhaps only users of the Speed Force and the few who had mastered the Time Concept could see their existence through Hypertime, but without question, there was no place for losers in the universe today.
Vanished planets, vanished races, vanished dimensions or worlds—if any survivors remained among them, they would probably say:
"Everything happened too fast. There wasn't the slightest warning before the disaster struck."
But in truth, they were wrong.
Over trillions of years, there had been countless signs—signs of Destruction's arrival, prophecies made by thousands of different civilizations across different eras.
These prophecies were recorded on different mediums, in different words, voices, and methods, yet they all told of the same name—Perpetua.
The Totality would see her return. Mother of All would return with destruction, reclaim everything that had originally belonged to her, deny the Path of Transcendence, and then reshape everything according to her will.
Yet all these prophecies had been treated as myths. Living beings had never truly understood the nature of the universe. Faced with individual lifespans incomparably short compared to that of the universe, they were more inclined to satisfy their immediate needs.
The universe would be destroyed a hundred thousand years from now? Hmm. Then I'd better eat first.
It was too distant. The prophecy was too distant, far beyond the limits of the lifespans of the beings alive at the time, so it did not matter.
Fortunately, not everyone had