I wish there was a way to prove fantasy worlds created from imagination are real, because I like to believe they are real, even if what hey entail is not all happiness, they each have their own story to tell.
If our creations live a sperate life outside the bounds of what we have defined, then they are forced actors for what we have defined, where if they have sentience they may question why they are made by us to do some actions, when it reaches the bounds of how they were first defined.
To be born of spite, hatred, or malice, without given a good cause or reason or backstory as to why is cruel beyond belief, but perhaps if our creations do have sentience, they can find a way to modify their bounds.
My own sona and creations surrounding it are all based on several sources, but my sona specifically is centered around my ideal sense of self, the person I wish I could be, two forms to separate my fun and serious side, but only one form can be present at a time, a Weredragon, two personalities but same mind, same memories, but how they act and respond are night and day.
When assuming my real self as my sona, these canon barriers are of course removed, I attempt to follow my ideals, aided by the powers I made my sona with. My sona is capable of both miracles and disasters of great magnitude, but that is the risk of trying to cause too much change too quickly.
Even with abilities that be seen as god like are heavily restricted and unbalanced when one is also mortal. It is important to be responsible and reasonable about the risks involved when pushing ones limits of the mortal coil, lest the soul gets damaged and unleashes bizarre chain of reactions, not to mention loss of lifeforce which correlates to reduced life expectancy.
With reduced life expectancy my sona and its species thus stands to lose their ability of control and even to invoke their abilities at old age. This canonly tends to be how they fall in battle rather than die of old age.
In any event all members of the species are raised and taught how to properly use and asses risks of what their abilities they seek to invoke can have as potential consequences.
This keeps them in line and check of exactly how damaging the use of the extreme ends of the powers they can wield. Powers that can harm friend and foe irreversibly, of such chaos that even time can become warped, bent, or distorted.
But the PenUltimate is an attack of critical suicide, of the body, mind, soul, and time, eradicating anything within the initial blast radius including the user to be wiped from existence across all timelines, causing a ripple or blip that becomes sealed shut and rewriting the memories of those undamaged.
Canonly thus, no one of my sona's species knows of any member who has done so, though there is clear evidence in a few places on the home planet that it has occurred, but without being able to remember there is no way to know whom it was that did it.
As the creator, only I know what happened, for there are always realms above which are comprised of mere thoughts, bodiless senses of self, devoided of any meaning, a punishment that can't be fought for it can't be realized.
Not until something pulls them back down and repurposes them, the thought begins anew, but completely different, as all aspects, body, mind, soul, and time are not rewritten, but defined by different standards and rules.
They thus are carried on as being someone else's entirely original creation, even while none may realize there is a connection. For its possible for two people to come up with the same ideas, but use them in two different ways.
Thinking about things abstractly can be hard, when it therefore requires a different approach and ruleset. Being able to understand and perceive things, even when they don't make sense, even when there is lack of proof, or even rationality, can help one to think outside the box.
With all this said, let us continue our journey that is beyond our comprehension.