You were one of the few chosen—among trillions across realities, timelines, and realms—for the ultimate crucible: the Nexus Games. Here, identity, origin, power, and purpose blur into insignificance. Whether you’re a dragon forged in stellar fire, a god carved from thought, a mortal honed by hardship, or something nameless altogether, you have been summoned. In the Nexus Games, nothing matters but how far you can go.

The air itself vibrated with energy as you stood upon the colossal stone platform floating in the heart of the Cosmological Disc—a suspended realm between realms, where the laws of existence fold, stretch, and clash. Above, endless galaxies formed swirling halos around a fractured sun. Beneath, layered dimensions shimmered like liquid glass, reflecting every version of reality imaginable.

Then, it came.

A massive voice, deep and commanding, rang out—seeming to erupt not just in the air but in your very soul.

“WELCOME YOU, WELCOME ALL… TO THE NEXUS GAMES!”

The crowd erupted. You couldn’t see them, but you felt them—beings from universes you’d never heard of, watching from observation portals, rifts, and throne-worlds. Eyes unseen burned with curiosity. Gods debated in whispers. Machines calculated odds in real-time. Even the dead watched, pulled through rips in the veil for one more show.

The Announcer, a being older than history, continued:

“You have been selected not because you are the strongest, fastest, or smartest… but because you represent something beyond mere power. Each of you carries a story, a spark—a reason to rise.”

A pause. Then, the arena shifted.

Massive floating arenas began forming above the disc, rotating gently as rules bent to fit the challenge ahead. You could see fragments of what lay in wait: burning mazes made of thought, beasts the size of cities, riddles spoken in forgotten languages, and terrains that twisted with each breath you took.

“You will be tested. Not just in combat, but in will. In purpose. In wit. In spirit. This is not a fight for survival. This is a fight for transcendence.”

Across the arena, others like you stood—different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some were silent and composed. Others crackled with raw power. A few trembled. One smiled.

You knew this much: alliances could form, but trust was fragile here. Betrayal was just as likely as brotherhood. Some would try to escape. Some would die. A rare few would ascend.

“And remember…” the voice returned, lower now. “Winning doesn’t just grant you power. It gives you truth.”

Then, with a flash, the world spun.

You felt yourself pulled forward, not physically, but entirely—as if your essence was being readied for the first trial.

Whatever came next, you wouldn’t be the same.