Chapter 1 — The Primordial Void's Mistake

There was a time when creation was pure.Within the Primordial Void, Nerya and Solen shaped existence without ever touching.The Primordial Mother gave birth to concepts, possibilities, and ideas that had yet to take form.Solen, meanwhile, breathed light, order, and balance into them.Together, without union, they made beauty real.The imaginary became existence.This lasted for so long that time itself lost all meaning.Centuries passed.Eras piled upon eras.The multiverses multiplied.And never—not even once—did their energies mingle.Until the mistake.It was neither a decision nor an act of will.Just an instant.An infinitesimal vibration.A crossing within the Primordial Void.Solen's light brushed against Nerya's primordial shadow.And the unimaginable happened.From that union, a child was born.The Primordial Void trembled like never before.The planes shook.The structures of existence began to crack.Across Dimension 6, the gods felt the impact and rushed to reinforce the foundations of reality, desperately trying to prevent a total collapse.The child opened his eyes.He was light and darkness.Existence and non-existence.Creation and negation.He did not scream.He did not cry.He understood.From the moment of his birth, a perfect consciousness inhabited him.He felt his power growing without limits, without restraint.He saw the multiverses, the planes, the barriers…And he understood a terrible truth:If he remained whole, everything would disappear.Nerya knew it too.She understood that the damage had already been done.Even she, the origin of all things, had arrived too late.To protect the three multiverses, the First Plane, and the Primordial Void, she had to act immediately.But before she could intervene…The child fragmented.His body of pure energy exploded into a rain of cosmic lightning.Every fragment was him.Every fragment carried his consciousness, his power, his identity.He was no longer one…But he was not several either.He was divided.Nerya gathered the fragments and sealed them within him, preventing them from merging.Preventing the end.The Primordial Void regained a semblance of silence.But existence had been changed forever.One fragment had to live.And so Hermes received a mission.Fast as thought, discreet as fate, he crossed the planes and the barriers.He carried one of the fragments to Universe 1—a world of superheroes, technology, and human conflict.There, among mortals, lived a particular family.Five heroes.Five pillars.Known by an ancient and sacred name.The Sacred Five.Hermes delivered the fragment.Not as a weapon.Not as a god.But as a child.And so began the story.Not the story of a Chosen One selected by destiny…But the story of a cosmic mistake that became human.The Heir of the Multiverse was born.