Across the boundless multiverse, where stars shared whispered secrets and galaxies spun like eternal dancers in a cosmic waltz, an unspoken agreement was forged. Ancient beings—older than time itself—gathered in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, where reality folded like origami and gravity was more suggestion than rule.
Known by countless titles—Titans, Elders, Primordials—they were revered as gods by mortals. Yet among themselves, they were rivals, uneasy allies, and occasional drinking companions with a penchant for initiating universe-shaking gambles.
Thus, they devised the Game: a grand contest of power spanning endless dimensions. Champions would be chosen to enact their will, wield their gifts, and should fate have a sense of humor become cosmic jesters. The reward? Total dominion over the multiverse. The stakes? Everything, from the fragile breath of mortals to the resonant songs of collapsing stars.
As for the rules? They were nebulous at best. The only unyielding truth was that once selected, a champion could not opt out though that didn’t stop a few from trying.
