First Evermore

The silence of the Unknown Realm was deafening.

Shree Yan stood in the midst of an endless void, his very being clashing against the absence of existence. This was a place where the rules he had known, the laws he had bent, and the limits he had broken, had no meaning. A place so far beyond his comprehension, it left even him, the Immortal King, suspended in uncertainty.

And then came the words.

"You are not the first."

A truth as ancient as the void itself. As eternal as time.

Shree Yan, who had bent the world to his will, had reached the threshold of a reality he could neither control nor manipulate. Yet, the voice remained, echoing in his mind, a force that felt both ancient and absolute.

His smirk faltered, replaced by the cool precision of a calculating mind.

"Not the first? To do what?" he thought, his voice an indomitable force.

The presence replied, though it did not speak in the conventional sense. It was as if the words were felt within his very soul, a primal communication beyond language.

"To defy the end."

The weight of the words sank into Shree Yan like a thousand stones crashing into an infinite sea. To defy the end. A concept he thought only he understood. He had pursued immortality, yes, but not just for himself. For the freedom of existence itself. For control, for dominance.

But this—this was something beyond even his ambition.

A truth too vast for any mortal mind to fathom.

"The First Evermore," the presence continued, "was the first to walk the path you tread. But there are truths beyond immortality. Beyond eternity itself. You seek to rule existence, but it is not you who shall decide its fate."

Shree Yan's mind raced.

"The First Evermore? What is that?"

A thousand thoughts, a thousand questions, flooded his consciousness. But the presence did not answer directly. Instead, it showed him visions.

Visions of worlds before the world.

Of gods who fell, of timelines undone.

Of creatures whose very existence defied everything.

And there, in the center of it all, stood the First Evermore—a being beyond comprehension, a figure who had defied the ultimate end before him.

The true immortal.

Shree Yan's grip on reality loosened for a moment as he witnessed the impossible: a being who had stood at the precipice of time and shattered it—not for power, not for immortality—but for something greater. Something Shree Yan had never considered.

Something that transcended all.

The First Evermore was not a conqueror. It was not a king. It was not a being that sought to control fate. It was a force. A force that had existed before even time had a name.

And as Shree Yan looked upon this being, he understood.

He understood that his journey had been one of self-destruction. That every move he made, every calculation, every manipulation, had been in pursuit of something that could never be grasped—because immortality itself was a lie.

A mere illusion created by those who feared the end.

And now, the First Evermore stood before him, revealing the truth that Shree Yan could not deny. The truth that even he, the Immortal King, could not escape.

"The end is inevitable," the voice whispered again. "It is not death you fear, Shree Yan. It is that which exists beyond it. Beyond all of existence."

For the first time, the Immortal King felt something he had long buried: fear.

Not fear of failure, nor fear of death, but fear of the unknown.

Fear of what lay beyond even eternity.

Shree Yan's cold, calculating mind began to shatter. The path he had so carefully crafted, the power he had sought so ruthlessly, all of it felt so insignificant in the face of this ultimate truth.

And yet…

He was not one to surrender.

His mind, relentless in its pursuit of victory, began to recalculate.

"If this end is inevitable… then I will create my own path. My own beginning. My own existence."

He looked toward the First Evermore, no longer as a challenger—but as someone who would carve his own fate, even if it meant defying the very fabric of reality itself.

There was no power left in the multiverse that could contain him. And now, not even the ultimate truth would hold him back.

For Shree Yan, the Immortal King, the journey was far from over.

The end was just the beginning.

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