Inside of dark and empty space is a throne. it's made out of some uncommon type of stone which due to its natural properties allows it to levitate mid-air.

On this throne sits a golden humanoid being. That being is Spark. He looks down before him at a figure of a man.

That man looks to be in his mid-thirties. He has black hair that reaches to his spiky ears and a short beard. He wears silver armour with blue decorations painted on it. His sharp and focused eyes combined with his nearly two meters of height makes everyone know that this man is a natural-born leader and fierce warrior.

"Who are you? Why did you create me? And the most important question. Who am I?" The man asked Spark. Despite recognising him as his creator he acts extremely arrogant.

That action is not angering Spark. It only makes git smile widen more because that's what he wanted. He created an arrogant, powerful and fearless leader.

With a satisfied expression, he answers those questions.

"My name is Spark. I created you to become the fourth one called 'Power'. And who are you? It's not for me to decide but for yourself."

The man starts thinking and asks another question after a few moments.

"Can you at least tell me what is my name and purpose?"

"I won't be giving you any name. Think about how you wish to be called. I will tell you what is your mission after you decide."

"Then my name shall be Atthar Ir'Sumra."

Atthar immediately answers. Such action makes Spark very surprised. It makes him think that either this fellow does not care about his name or already thought about it.

If it's the former it is very disappointing, because as someone who is a personification of power he should care about his image. On the other hand, if it's the latter then the results of Spark's decision are even better than he imagined because it would mean that he is way more intelligent than Spark suspected.

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"Very well then. So Atthar your purpose is to..."

And then Spark explains to him his plan. It takes a few hours because Atthar wants to know everything even to the slightest details.

"In this case, I wish you good luck, origin of the power."

After saying that Spark waves his hand witch makes Atthar disappear from this place.

|So I won't be bored with them|

Said a system in his head. These words make him a little sad. He obviously will not be able to witness the beginning of their legend. He quickly stops thinking about it and starts his plan.

He closes his eyes and starts gathering energy. After a few minutes, a portal opens right before him.

On the other side, he finds himself inside some empty space. Don't misunderstand this with the void. It's a completely different place.

The greatest difference is that inside the void nothing can exist but here is different. Here you can create things, in Spark's case a world.

Spark move to creating without a delay.

He creates three galaxies with hundreds of solar systems and planets from which at least 15% can sustain life.

Then he adds mysterious energy to this world which he calls unoriginally mana.

'Races will come up with a new name for this energy anyway' he thought.

|But to think that you actually found him...|

"Yeah. I was surprised too."

| won't other gods cause problems because of his past?|

"No. Only ancient ones know about him. So at least for now, he is totally safe but I'm pretty sure that his brother already knows about this."

Ancient ones are a group of five oldest of all creators. Well.. after Spark's death there will be only four of them.

|Does he remember who he is?|

"No. He lost his memories"

At this moment a system asked a question in his head.

|We're creating races now?|

"No. Origins will make them."

The system went silent from surprise. Only after a while, it said.

|But then there will only be a few|

"And that's enough. And besides, they will crossbreed and create new races, they will probably be weaker than the original ones, but they will certainly manage. Eh... Well, it's time for me."

His body starts disintegrating because of energy depletion.

From his smug expression you might think that he is not afraid of death, but that wrong. Almost everyone fears death, even gods, the only exception are those who have total control over it because they, in turn, cannot die. For such beings, death is only a tool or a state in which they can find themselves. That is why the first origin he created is the origin of death because he can overcome what Spark could not.

"Any last words for me?"

|Mister Spark I don't feel so good|

"Hahahhahaha"

While laughing his body disintegrates into nothingness.