In the aeons before memory, when galaxies spun their cosmic ballet and quasars sang their celestial requiems, the universe existed in delicate equilibrium. Ten ancient forces-the Cosmic Paragons-were woven into the very fabric of existence. Each embodied a fundamental aspect of reality, and their slumber held the cosmos in balance. But the Void-a chasm of entropy-stirred. Its tendrils reached across galaxies, devouring stars and extinguishing hope. The Cosmic Paragons sensed the impending cataclysm. Their eyes, like constellations, blinked open, and the cosmic symphony awakens in their human form that they been bound to.