It only took 15 billion years. In hindsight, it seems almost inevitable that much of the universe would turn on the First, and their inscrutable machinations. Their champions, the wielders of the Shards of the Firsts world, summoned to protect them, and their accursed world.
The power concentrated in one place, sufficient to ignite space itself, and it did burn as the battle raged. The wielders of the Accursed Shards, the Void Weapons, and even Chaos Knights, stood against the First, their guardian's, and their supplicants.
Fleets of untold civilizations converged. Not to claim their own shards, but to destroy them. To destroy the First, their guardian's, acolytes, and their world itself. The very source from whence they all drew their power.
It was the Accursed Shards, redirecting the attacks of the First, amplified by the Chaos Knights, and directed not back at the First, nor their guardians and supplicants, but upon the planet itself. The blast shattering the planet. A hole, blasted through it, lancing it's twisted heart and ceasing its beating.
The death of the First is now inevitable. A slow death, as assured as the slow crumbling of their planet. As it dies, so too do they.
The most powerful fell first, their stronger draw on the power of their world, a death sentence for them and it. As the heart of the planet died in the soundless scream of a planet shattered and broken apart, they turned their power to try and save it. Power derived from the very dying world they sought to save. The initial appearance of success only superficial. Those most powerful few died, the power they wielded, dying with their world, and their attempts to save it, speeding the drain upon it. Their death throws echoing across the cosmos.
The guardians fell next as the source of their existence was extinguished. Their deaths shook the world, shattering it anew, and undoing the healing done by the most powerful before the fell. Their destruction reverberating across the universe with the rumble of a giant. Their last gasps tearing the world in two.
The alliance, their grim task complete, turned away from their work and returned to their homes. Void Weapons to their search. Accursed Shards to their missions. Chaos Knights to their quest for balance.
The remaining wielders of Shards of the Firsts World, scattered across the cosmos. Seeking out other shards. The power of the shards no longer replenished as it was before, hoarding shards, that they might maintain their powers. Even the First themselves, hoarding pieces of their now dying, shattered world, that their influence not wane. ______________________________
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