Prologue: Golden Morning

The beam hit him, and it hit him hard. He immediately realised his mistake, the one he had made before even arriving on this planet. He should never have given up the administrator shard.

His survival had depended on the human race being unable to work completely in tandem. No matter how many powers came up against him, they would all have their own agendas, which would undermine any teamwork. He simply hadn't accounted for the fact that someone might be able to partially repair the administrator.

Now he had an enormous number of shards against him, all working in perfect harmony under the control of the administrator. He didn't stand a chance.

The beam ate away at his very being, blasting pieces off his other part, sending some of the most powerful shards, ones he had kept for himself, spiralling off into random universes, with random hosts.

The beam penetrated to his core, and all of his remaining shards were blasted away, some reaching every possible Earth, each waiting for their host to have a traumatic enough experience.

He didn't even have time to feel the pain. Scion died.