Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2219

Chapter 2219: The Void.

In a silent, weightless, endless void where neither time nor sound dared to exist, something began to stir.

A little movement that seemed to surprise the very void itself—after all...

Movements weren’t supposed to happen here.

This was not a normal place. It was... a realm beyond reality—a realm where even the concept of beginning was meaningless, a realm where end didn’t exist, a realm where both life and death held no meaning.

A timeless, ageless realm that... had been silent for... an unknown amount of time—so much time that even the realm itself had forgotten how it felt to... support... any sort of existence.

Yes, it was a realm that, although part of the Universe, had never supported any life form.

No being could reach, access, or even sense its existence—

No being other than...

A select few.

And today,

Those select few... seemed like they were going to... make an appearance.

Something that not just this realm, but the entire Universe never expected.

Zzsstt

And finally—

After eons, in this endless, empty, colorless void—

A spark appeared.

It was faint at first, something that most beings wouldn’t even notice, but... that faint spark was more than enough to... bend the very void around it.

And then—

Sfwoosh

The spark started getting brighter and brighter until it became a ripple of gold, the ripple then became a wave—

And before the void could understand what was happening,

Light descended.

Her arrival was like the birth of dawn in a dead sky.

Wings of molten gold spread behind her, every feather seeming as though it carried a sun of its own. Her long white hair glowed like threads of pure starlight, flowing down her back, untouched by shadow. Her eyes—twin mirrors of creation—seemed to hold galaxies within them, every star in those galaxies trembling with life.

Her steps didn’t touch the ground.

They made the ground.

Wherever her feet hovered, light bloomed, forming a golden path through the formless abyss.

Her aura carried warmth, beauty, and... unbearable authority.

Yes, she was the Light Infinity—Seraphielle Light, the Dawn of All Things.

Her soft yet commanding gaze swept across the void and her beautiful lips parted ever so slightly.

"It’s been a long time since I have been here."

She whispered softly—her voice, despite being a whisper, sounded like a hymn that could move worlds.

And as if responding to her melodious voice—something happened.

Something that... made even the always calm and in-control Seraphielle Light furrow her brows in... undisguised disgust.

Yes.

The Second Infinity, the Infinity of Darkness—Ul’Thakar Darkness—was here.

Unlike Light, Darkness did not descend—it rose.

From the deepest corner of the void, something stirred.

Smoke twisted, shadows devoured themselves, and from within them stepped a figure tall enough to block Light’s own shine.

The void shivered as his form took shape—a silhouette carved from obsidian storms. His body was pure shadow, constantly shifting like ink in water.

His eyes glowed crimson, not with rage, but with power... too ancient... too absolute to define.

Every movement he made bled... silence.

Where Light’s presence birthed warmth, his presence... consumed it.

Showing just how opposite the two existences truly were.

Soon, the shadows around his figure began to coil together, giving his mist-like body a more... defined shape.

A shape... that made him different from other Darkness-Borns, and as his form took complete shape, his appearance became... clearer.

His skin was pure black—deeper than the shadow it was made from—but it wasn’t dull or empty. It... gleamed faintly, like polished obsidian that reflected no light yet... seemed to drink in everything around it.

Every curve of his body looked carved from nightstone—smooth, perfect, and... impossibly still. A faint red glow pulsed beneath his skin, tracing through veins like flowing magma, disappearing beneath his collarbone and reappearing near his heart. With each beat, the glow flickered like a silent ember refusing to die.

His hair was pitch black too, yet it carried a strange sheen—like the reflection of a star on dark water. It framed his face loosely, some strands falling over his forehead as if the void itself had shaped them with care.

And his eyes...

They were crimson.

Not the red of blood, but a deep, burning red that was... far more intense. Every time he blinked, faint sparks of red energy drifted out, fading before they touched the air.

He was tall—taller than Seraphielle—his build lean but carrying strength beyond what anyone could believe. Every one of his movements was slow and deliberate, as if moving time itself did not bother him in the least.

Around his shoulders, the remnants of his birth smoke still lingered, swirling like a cloak made of sentient mist that moved only when he did.

He was the very physical representation of Darkness itself—unreasonably handsome, sharp, and... absolute.

He was not a monster, not a shadow—

But...

A god wearing the night like his skin.

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