Selection for the Void Sovereign

"In the abyss of existence, sovereignty is not claimed by force, but by the mastery of the shadows within."
In the vast expanse of the Void, where emptiness reigns supreme and darkness dances with the echoes of forgotten stars, there existed an empire unlike any other - the Voidling Empire. Born from the depths of nothingness, the Voidlings survived in the absence of light and substance, their very species defined by the void itself.
For eons, the Voidling Empire had been ruled by a lineage of monarchs, each chosen through a tradition as ancient as time itself. When the time came for a new ruler to rise up to the throne, the Empire turned to form a ritual as old as its origins; the Selection of the Void Sovereign.
This election was no ordinary political process; it was a trial by combat, a deadly cascade of bombardment where contenders fought not with words, but with their very menace and imposing figure. The candidates, drawn from the most powerful and noble of the Voidlings, would engage in a battle to the last, their prowess and cunning tested ?#?$?”.
In the year of the Great Convergence, when the boundaries between dimensions grew thin and the fabric of reality trembled, the Voidling Empire found itself once again in need of a new leader. Among the contenders stood three formidable and powerful figures, each hoping the crown of destiny lands upon their shadowy eyes.
The first was Brovock, a master of manipulation and deception, whose tendrils of darkness ensnared the minds of those who dared to oppose him. His presence emitted a promise of power and dominion, drawing followers like moths to a flame.
The second was Azura, a paragon of strength and resilience, whose form shimmered with the echoes of collapsing stars. He wielded the void itself as her weapon, her every movement a dance of destruction and creation.
And the third was Crypt, an enigmatic wanderer whose origins were shrouded in mystery. His eyes held the secrets of a billion monoglypths, and his voice resonated with the echoes of forgotten realms. None could predict his intentions, for his motives were as random as a thousand sided dice.
As the day of the election dawned, the Empire gathered to witness the spectacle that would decide all for their fates. In the Heart of the Void, where reality bled into nothingness, the contenders faced each other with a mixture of anticipation and dread.
The battle that was happening was a symphony of chaos and power, a dance of light and shadow that painted the void with hues of violence and colour. Brovock wove illusions of the grand seas, luring his foes into traps of his own making. Azura unleashed torrents of cosmic fury, his celestial might terraforming space itself. And Crypt moved with the blessing of a whisper, his every action was a riddle as if he was a dice.
For days, the contenders clashed in a relentless struggle for supremacy, their powers pushing the very limits of existence. Stars were born and died in the blink of an eye, galaxies spiraled into oblivion, and the fabric of reality trembled beneath their might.
===Tape captured in Level 0===
<COMMENCE>
 Wanderer #1: “Hey, look, this thing is recording us.” 
 Wanderer #2: “Yeah, that’s cool, but we need to find a way back right now.”
 Wanderer #1: “Okay okay, can’t you let me have some fun?”
 Wanderer #2: “Bitch, we are gonna die if you ‘have some fun!’”
 [Ground starts shaking]
 Wanderer #3: “What did you do!?”
 Wanderer #1: “Nothing! I swear!”
 Wanderer #2: “It must’ve been the this tape you touched!”
 Wanderer #1: “ITS NOT!”
 [Ground Continues to Shake]
 Wanderer #3: “Then what the fuck is causing it?!”
 Wanderer #1: “I don’t know!”
 [Something Trips]
 [Audio Cuts]
<END>
In the end, only one remained standing, Azura, the all-mighty whose destiny had been written in the stars. With a single gesture, he claimed the mantle of Void Sovereign, his form trickering with the echoes of fear. he has not only caused the tremble of his men, but the tremble of the entirety of the Backrooms.
And so, the Voidling Empire found itself with a new ruler, a figure of absolute power and intrigue who would guide them into an certainly bright and hopeful future. For in the Heart of the Void, where darkness flows eternal, only those with the strength to command the shadows can truly rule.
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