The Astral Emperor Abandor Dream

Abandor Dream is a being of cosmic proportions, possessing a form that blurs the line between a biological entity and a celestial phenomenon. His appearance conveys absolute authority and ancient power.

• The Body: His "shell" is composed of a massive collection of asteroids and metallic formations, fused together into a hulking humanoid shape. This "body" is encased in ornate golden armor, which appears to be a permanent part of his physical structure rather than something he wears.
• The Head (The Isotope): In place of a traditional head, a pulsating isotope of pure energy floats above his shoulders. It functions like a visual cardiogram, emitting a powerful cross-shaped burst of light in the center before fading into a silent line.
• The Halo: Above his isotope head floats a light-blue halo with a specific notch or slit that indicates the direction of his gaze or focus.
• The Cloak: He wears a vast purple cloak attached to pauldrons covered in "pulsar dust." The interior of the cloak is not mere fabric but a shimmering window into deep space, filled with swirling purple stars.
• The Aura: He emits a "divine aura" that permeates the space around him, and his presence is so intense that he often hovers a millimeter above the ground to avoid damaging the environment with his sheer mass and energy.

2. Character and Personality

Abandor Dream is the archetypal "Stoic Ruler," characterized by cold logic, cosmic responsibility, and a perceived lack of emotion that masks a deeper, ancient burden.

• Detached and Logical: He speaks in a manner that is "strict, emotionless, cold, and precise." He views the universe through the lens of systems, energy outputs, and "optimal variants."
• Absolute Authority: As the "First of the Astrals," his word is law. He does not suggest; he commands. When he speaks, his voice is described as the "last roar of hopeless fate," capable of making walls shake and space itself vibrate.
• The Burden of the "Dreamer": Despite his cold exterior, the text hints at a hidden depth of feeling. During his meeting with Robert White, his isotope pulses with "grief, regret, resentment, and anger"—emotions an Astral is theoretically not supposed to feel.
• Singular Focus: He is entirely devoted to the "Hour of Ashes" project. He is willing to commit what others perceive as "atrocities" (the forced evacuation and stasis of entire races) if it means ensuring the "Eternal" survival of the universe.
• Hidden Nostalgia: During his encounter with the Fennec named Micro, he reveals a rare moment of appreciation for "imperfect" beauty and admits to having once abandoned his "foolish dream"—a dream he decides to reclaim by the end of the chapter.

3. History and Origins

“In the very beginning, there was the List. Upon it ruled five laws, five consuls: Lady Liquidation, Mister Memory, Mister End, Mister Community, and Lady Beginning. By these five entities, stories and universes were written.

But when there became too many of them, Consul R — also known as Mister End — took matters into his own hands. A colossal three-eyed serpent, longer than all worlds combined. By surrendering universes to Memory, he ended their stories with the touch of his eyes, and afterward devoured their remaining concepts, giving birth to Astrals: translucent ghosts of space, shadows of forgotten stories, wild and starving.

Eventually, they became too numerous and flowed across the List like a black sea, consuming and crushing universes beneath their pressure. Then, their tiny spawn would themselves be devoured by their father, Mister End.

But one day, one universe resisted the will of the Consul.

The Xelors, gods of time who inhabited it, accelerated time within their universe so rapidly that Astrals could no longer enter it because of temporal distortion. Yet one Astral still managed to slip through — hungry, savage, and without kin.

It began consuming the universe’s energies and reproducing itself, creating clones in an attempt to tear the universe apart from within and surrender it to the End. But the Xelors halted the Astral in time.

For countless centuries, they taught it their language and culture. Then, in exchange for the intelligence they had granted it — a gift the wild Astral could never have dreamed of while drifting as part of the Black Sea — they asked it for a favor.

The Xelors gave it a name: Abandor Drimm.

And they asked him to oppose the End, his own father, so that the universe might live forever.

He sent his copies to push the universe outward from within in every direction, preventing the pressure outside from collapsing it. From the creation of this Boundary emerged the material gods — the Isotopes.

The three primordial races formed a covenant: each would seek ways to prolong the life of the universe and oppose the End.

The Xelors isolated themselves upon worlds, the Isotopes among the stars, and the Astrals within planar and subspatial dimensions closest to the Boundary and the Black Sea.

Time passed. Billions of years.

The Xelors lost their divinity after making a pact with Lady Liquidation and became humans. Humanity split into two factions: the righteous, who honored the vows of their Xelor ancestors, and the innovators, who believed replacing parts of their bodies with machinery was a good idea.

Thus the Engineers were born.

A race of cyborgs wandering the universe aboard enormous starships known as Siriuses, harvesting planetary resources with armies of robots called the Mechanisms of Light. The Engineers also possessed Shadows — personal servants forged from tangible darkness.

Meanwhile, the Isotopes dissolved, becoming the very matter of the universe: planets, stars, and all celestial bodies.

Yet two Isotopes — Silver and Gold — loved each other beyond reason. In their final kiss, a supernova was born. They dreamed of leaving behind descendants, a legacy, and with their final wish they merged together into the race of the Silverdons.

They were kind and merciful beings. Their bodies were made of gold, and their souls of silver.

The rulers of Silverdonia became Gallea and Silva, inheritors of the greatest portion of the Isotopes’ power.

The Silverdons wielded fragments of the Isotopes and, through their power, could transform energy into matter and matter into energy. They settled lifeless worlds, creating wondrous creatures ranging from tiny fish to gods equal to themselves.

The ideal worlds of the Golden Order were called GOLDNESTs — planets painstakingly crafted into perfection, complete with a stable terro-index, intelligent life, culture, and history. Such worlds became guiding examples for young creators and coveted prizes for Engineers and humans alike because of their vast resources.

Using Engineer technology, humanity colonized nearly the entire universe, usurping Silverdon worlds.

Then the Mechanisms of Light rebelled against their creators and won. They became an independent race with rights of their own, no longer mere machines for dirty labor.

Having lost two wars in succession, the Engineers resorted to brutal methods of planetary exploitation, erasing populations through orbital bombardment and stripping worlds of resources within mere hours.

The Golden Order declared war upon the Engineers.

But there were too few Silverdons — only as many as there were elements in the periodic table. No matter how powerful they were, they physically could not protect all their worlds.

And at that moment, the stars turned red.

The universe began to contract. The Boundary was broken. The End squeezed reality within its jaws.

Abandor Drimm and the Astral Empire — who had remained isolated within higher dimensions all this time — descended into space to see what the Isotopes and Xelors had achieved over those billions of years.

Yet they were long gone.

Even their descendants had forgotten why any of this had begun.

The material races forgot the covenant and their promise to seek immortality for the universe. But Astrals are immortal — they forget nothing.

And so the Emperor, who had developed a project to preserve the universe by burning it, approached the races seeking cooperation and a way to minimize the damage caused by his invention: the Black Sun, a colossal device capable of burning galaxies to generate energy.

But the material races harshly rejected Drimm, not even knowing who he was. Too many generations had passed.

Abandor did not understand this.

What was an hour to him was a hundred centuries to mortals.

And so he developed an immeasurable resentment toward all existence.

He wished to follow the lesson the Xelors had hidden within his name and abandon his dream, allowing the universe to end as it was. To stop resisting the End and let the world die peacefully.

But realizing this desire was not merely a whim — understanding that he was the protagonist of this story — he instead chose to fulfill his dream and live forever.

He had been corrupted by this dream, but most importantly, it was his dream, not someone else’s.

Broadcasting across the entire universe upon a frequency understandable to every living being, he declared war upon all forms of life so that he could legally deploy the Black Sun.

In an instant, the first stellar sectors went dark, consumed by fire.

Abandor retransmitted the energy through his own physical body into the Boundary, allowing it — for now — to withstand the pressure and assault of the Consul.

Yet soon afterward, the material races, having exhausted nearly all military resources, succeeded in destroying the Black Sun, killing countless Astrals in the process.

Abandor Drimm became tense.

Immortal beings could now be killed?

From that moment onward, he took the war seriously.

He forged a fleet and created three new Black Suns, assigning an immortal guardian to each of them.

Madjik the Dark Mage, guardian of the Black Sun of the Iron Forest — once the capital of Silverdonia, now a grotesque realm where the bodies of Silverdons are twisted and fused into horrifying tree-like structures.

The Emperor’s Right Hand, guardian of the Black Sun of the Lands of Stillness — the sector of the first stars, extinguished during the reign of the original Black Sun.

And Hour Thirteen, guardian of the Black Sun of the Ash Desert — once the capital of the Xelor state.

The three guardians represented the three primordial races, and together they possessed enough power to defeat even Silva and Gallea — the second most powerful beings in existence after Drimm himself.”

4. Status and Titles

Abandor Dream holds the highest possible rank within his hierarchy and is recognized (if not liked) by all galactic powers.

• Emperor of the Astral Empire: The absolute sovereign of the Astral race.
• Master of Spaces: A title acknowledging his total control over the spatial dimensions.
• The Dreamer (Мечтатель): A nickname used by Queen Silva, possibly hinting at his original nature or his namesake.
• The Sovereign of the Astral Throne: The ultimate arbiter of the "Hour of Ashes."

5. Abilities and Powers

Abandor’s power set is "God-tier," allowing him to manipulate the fundamental laws of physics.

• Spatial Manipulation: He moves through space as if it has no power over him. He can teleport across the galaxy instantly and creates "waves of compression" when he moves.
• Material Alteration: His mere presence causes organic life to wither and turn to ash, and his voice can physically warp metal and crack reinforced glass.
• Communication: He can communicate on multiple frequencies, from the specific private frequencies of his Emissaries to a thunderous "reverberation" that can be heard by all.
• The Quasar: He possesses or controls a "Quasar," which seems to be a source of immense power or a tool for interstellar navigation and influence.

Summary of the "Hour of Ashes" Conflict

Abandor Dream currently stands as a tragic antagonist or a harsh savior. He views the "Hour of Ashes" as the only "optimal variant" to save the universe from the "breaking of the Brink." However, because his methods involve the total destruction of planets for energy and the forced stasis of all living beings, he has been rejected by:

1. The Golden Order (Queen Silva): Who views him as a monster.
2. The Citadel Engineers: Who do not trust his sudden appearance.
3. The Human Federation (Robert White): Who officially declared war on him.

Abandor Dream is a character of immense scale, caught between his duty as a cosmic protector and the cold, destructive reality of the survival plan he must execute. He is the "Main Hero" of his own story, even if the rest of the universe sees him as the ultimate villain.