Orclion

Existence was divided into three realms.

The Heavenly Realm. The Earthen Realm. The Infernal Realm.

Below them, countless minor realms of all types existed, none able to match the might of any of the Three Fundamental realms.

The Celestials led the Heavenly Realm, The Immortals led the Earthen Realm and Demons led the Infernal Realm while the Rulers controlled all the minor realms.

Together, they formed The Myriad Unity and allowed peace to reign supreme.

The mortals were allowed to cultivate and reach for the Heavens as a balance was installed between the Heaven and Earth, all according to the Heaven’s Will.

And yet, among the billions of trillions of living beings within the Myriad Unity, one seemed unsatisfied.

“They are lying to us.”

This man went against all known truths and contradicted the very gods.

“We are in a false world! Mere pawns used to study an outcome!”

And so in search of freedom and truth, this man committed the ultimate taboo.

He rebelled.

Against The True Gods

From the skies above, a young man descended, draped in layered white robes that flowed like cascading waves of silk.

His long, thick, curly white hair spilled over his broad shoulders, trailing behind him like a cloud of ethereal mist. The sheer weight of his presence bent the air around him, pressing down on the arena below.

His eyes glowed with a serene, milky-white light, reminiscent of a blind man's gaze. Yet, within their depths, faint bloody-red runes pulsed ominously, exuding an aura of ancient, terrifying power.

Caine had never seen this man before. As he gauged the stranger's presence, his eyes narrowed slightly, a ripple of caution coursing through him.

"Hello," the man said, his voice soft yet carrying a resonance that seemed to vibrate within the bones of those who heard it. "I am the Timeless Guardian, but feel free to call me Ancestor Tallow."

Dare?