The Throne of the Betrayer

The Throne That Shouldn't Exist

Ethan stood at the edge of the unknown.

The universe he had remade stretched endlessly behind him—a world sculpted from his will, flawless yet somehow incomplete. Before him, something ancient, something untouched by time, awaited.

The golden sky above him cracked like fragile glass, revealing an endless void beyond. But this was not the Rift. It was something older.

And in the heart of it all—

A throne.

A structure of impossible scale, forged from the ruins of forgotten realities, stood in the center of the abyss. Its surface shimmered like liquid gold, but beneath that radiance, something shifted.

Something alive.

It pulsed with a presence Ethan did not recognize.

Not the Rift.

Not Nihilor.

Something more.

A golden shadow flickered around Ethan as he took his first step forward. The instant his foot touched the unseen surface of the void—

The throne reacted.