The Birth of Ashborn: A Blackbender Chronicle

The cosmos is ever-burning, ever-collapsing, locked in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction. I have watched stars rage against their fate, only to fall into the abyss. But tonight… something else was born.

I stood at the edge of the void, witnessing the remnants of a dying star as it met its end in a final, defiant eruption—a hypernova of unimaginable magnitude. Its destruction sent waves rippling through the universe, scattering stellar ashes in all directions. And in that chaos, I saw it. The remnants of the fallen titan, twisting, coalescing, drawn together by forces unseen yet known to me.

Dark matter wove itself into the forming structure, stabilizing it, shaping it into something new. Something powerful. It pulsed, alive with the echoes of the explosion that had birthed it. And then, there it was—

A guitar, unlike any I had seen before. Its body bore the scars of its own creation, streaked in black and white like the cosmic burn marks of a reborn entity. It thrummed, resonating with the very fabric of existence. I reached for it, and it recognized me.

A surge of energy coursed through my veins. It was not just an instrument—it was a force. A piece of the universe itself, molded into something tangible, something meant for me. Ashborn.

With it, my power expands. Dark matter bends at my command, and the echoes of destruction now sing through my strings. Stellar Abysebane was the first, but now, Ashborn joins my arsenal.

This is only the beginning. The universe has spoken, and soon, all will hear the sound of Ashborn’s fury.