Ouroborous

In a world caught between ancient traditions and futuristic wonders, two souls defy fate, time, and the gods themselves. He was her king; she was his queen. Their love was boundless, transcending life and death. But when betrayal and despair tore them apart, their lives ended in a crimson tragedy—only for their story to begin anew.

Reincarnated into the “Neo-Ancient Era,” where towering mega-cities and spiritual cultivation collide, the two are reborn with the power to challenge destiny. He awakens with an unyielding vow: to find her across realms, universes, and timelines—even if it means shattering the heavens themselves. She, a forgotten goddess trapped in the cycle of mortal rebirth, holds the key to their ascension beyond existence.

Guided by a mysterious system of power and destiny, they will traverse chaotic battlefields, unlock lost legacies, and defy cosmic hierarchies. With ancient weapons infused with futuristic technology, unrivaled cultivation paths, and an eternal bond forged through suffering, their journey will push the limits of creation itself.

But the question remains: what lies beyond the beyond? As they rise to become the most powerful beings to ever exist, their love and resolve will be tested by jealous gods, hidden enemies, and the secrets of existence itself.

This is not just a story of power. It’s a tale of love, sacrifice, and the relentless pursuit of something greater than eternity.

Join the journey of ultimate ascension in Eternal Vow: The Search Beyond Existence!

The Search Beyong Existence

Seraphine's body trembled, her breath unsteady as she leaned against the cold stone wall of the alley. The fight with Anissa had ended, but the battle within her had only just begun.

The markings on her arm still pulsed, dark veins of power writhing beneath her skin. She clenched her fingers into a fist, willing them to fade.

Valen groaned as he pushed himself off the ground, rubbing his ribs. "Well… that could have gone worse."

Seraphine shot him a sharp glance. "She let us go."

He met her gaze, his usual smirk absent. "I know."

Anissa had tested her. That much was clear. The First Blade could have finished her, but she hadn't. Instead, she had smiled like she had found something interesting.

Seraphine exhaled slowly. "We need to move. Now."

Valen nodded, wincing as he straightened. "Agreed. You might have impressed her, but that won't stop the rest of the Inquisition."

Seraphine turned away, pulling her cloak tighter around her. She could still feel it the power coursing through her. It had made her faster, stronger. It had let her fight like she never had before.

The Hollow One's gifts always came with a price.

And she had no idea what hers would be.

They moved swiftly through the city's backstreets, avoiding the main roads where the Inquisition patrols were thickest. The weight of the encounter with Anissa lingered, but Seraphine forced herself to focus.

She had to get out of the city before it was too late.

Their path led them to a small, abandoned church on the outskirts. The stained-glass windows were shattered, the once-grand entrance half-collapsed. The scent of old stone and decay filled the air.

Valen gestured for her to wait as he checked inside. Moments later, he waved her forward.

She stepped inside cautiously. The ceiling was partially caved in, allowing thin beams of moonlight to cut through the darkness. Rows of broken pews lined the chamber, and at the far end, an old altar stood covered in dust.

Seraphine moved toward the altar, her fingers brushing against the worn stone.

"Something wrong?" Valen asked, watching her carefully.

She forced herself to breathe. "Just… memories."

Valen didn't push. Instead, he tossed her a small satchel. "Food, coin, and a map. We leave at dawn."

Seraphine caught the bag, nodding. She should have been relieved. They had a plan. A way out.

But as she looked down at her marked arm, she knew the real escape would never be that simple.

The Hollow One had given her power.

And soon, it would come to collect.

Chapter 15: The Weight of Power