Nyxborn Chaos Path

There were options.

Parker sat there for a second, staring at the void like it had personally disrespected him. Laying on the ground? Nah. That wasn't it. It didn't vibe with the whole mighty presence, royalty incarnate energy he was supposed to radiate.

So, he stood. Hands folded neatly behind his back like some dark emperor out of a fever dream, pacing slow and deliberate—each step a little reminder that he was in control. Always had been. Always would be.

"Levi," he muttered, voice low but sharp enough to cut glass, "show me the damn notification. Let's see my path."

That was how it worked after hitting Tier 3. Every awakened who reached that level had to take on a path—a cosmic roadmap tailored to their essence, their personality. Some wrestled with choice, like assassins or more. Not Parker.