Inheritor Of Humanity

A curious scene will greet the eyes of whomever is reading this.

A white space, blank as the memories of a child. Unmarred by any creation, and yet simultaneously and patiently waiting for all creation with seemingly bated breath. A realm without spirit or soul.

Until the appearance of a member of the most chaos inducing race in the entirety of the multiverse.

Humanity.

[Author here! Time for some fair warnings-]

[There will more than likely be no romance in this story,]

[The story is written in third person past the first and second chapter unless I change my mind,]

[And that should be it! Enjoy your read!]

[oh and the art is ai generated from Freepik]