Khamosiyaan....

The Emperor's Echo Before the first atom sparked in the great void, before time was a river or a road, there was the Emperor. He was not a god born of human prayer, but a force that existed before the concept of existence. His throne was not a seat of gold, but the Stillness at the heart of the Infinite. And beside him was his love, a being of pure, radiant potential—the only light in the silent dark. Her name was a song that had not yet been written. She was his balance, the harmony to his immense power. Then came the war. Not a war of mortals, but a cataclysm of celestial wills. It was an unknown, formless conflict that defied reason, a storm of annihilation that sought to unmake all that was. The Emperor, the most powerful being to ever be or will be, fought. He shattered realities and re-forged them in his fury, but even he could not be everywhere at once. In a final, desperate gambit by an unseen enemy, a blow was struck not at him, but at her. She did not scream. She simply… ...