The moment Shree Yan sat upon the Throne of the Unbound, the world trembled.
The laws of reality that had governed existence for eternity bent in silent obedience. The sun dimmed, the stars flickered, and time itself hesitated, uncertain whether it should continue to move forward or bow to its new master.
A voice echoed through the void.
"What is your command?"
It was not a question. It was submission.
For the first time in history, the fabric of creation recognized a ruler who was not bound by fate, not shackled by morality, not hindered by weakness. The throne had been meant to consume all who sought it, but in Shree Yan, it had found something different.
It had found its owner.
He exhaled slowly, his crimson eyes staring into the infinite abyss before him. "My command?" His voice was quiet, yet it reverberated across unseen realms, rippling through the very essence of existence.
He leaned forward.
"Let this world burn."
Reality obeyed.
The air itself ignited as unseen flames spread across the void, consuming what should have been eternal. The stars above flickered—then shattered. The skies turned black, not with darkness, but with absence. Space itself collapsed, bending and reshaping into something new.
A world reborn.
A world that belonged only to him.
The old gods howled from their prisons, their chains rattling in futile defiance. The celestial beings who had once ruled from above felt their divinity stripped from them, their immortality meaningless before his presence.
He did not need to raise a hand. He did not need to summon armies. His will alone reshaped everything.
And then—silence.
A vast, endless silence as the universe held its breath.
Shree Yan stood from the throne, his gaze sweeping across the formless void. It was no longer the chaotic abyss it once was. It was his kingdom now.
His dominion.
His voice, calm yet absolute, resonated across existence.
"From this moment forward, I am no longer bound by the illusions of this world."
He lifted his hand, and space itself split apart, revealing the world below—Rana World.
The mortals below could feel it. The sect leaders, the kings, the emperors—they all turned their heads toward the heavens, their instincts screaming in terror. Even those who had never heard his name could feel it deep in their souls.
A force beyond comprehension had taken its throne.
A presence that could not be challenged.
The Immortal King had ascended.
And soon, the world would kneel.
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