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

A thick fog rolled in from the eastern docks, blanketing the streets in a ghostly haze. The scent of salt and damp stone filled the air as Seraphine and Valen moved through the quieter alleyways, avoiding the main roads where the Inquisition's patrols roamed.

Eliam had gone ahead, scouting their path to the underground tunnels that ran beneath the city. A network of hidden passages long abandoned by the nobles who once used them as escape routes. Now, they belonged to the forgotten. The criminals, the lost, and those who could not afford to be seen.

Seraphine adjusted her cloak, the weight of her exhaustion pressing into her bones. The whispers had not left her mind since she touched the altar back in the ruined church. Even now, she could feel them lingering in the edges of her thoughts, like shadows stretching toward her.

She did not trust the Hollow One. But whether she liked it or not, something had shifted within her.

Something she did not yet understand.

Valen glanced at her. "You look like you're about to pass out."

Seraphine shot him a tired glare. "I'm fine."

She ignored him and pressed forward.

The meeting point was a few streets ahead, just beneath an old bell tower that had long since lost its chime. It loomed over them, its skeletal frame barely visible through the mist.

Eliam was waiting for them when they arrived. He stood just outside the entrance to the underground tunnels, his expression grim.

"The Inquisition has sealed off half the city," he said. "They're looking for you."

Seraphine exhaled sharply. "That was expected."

Eliam's gaze flickered to her arm. Even in the dim light, the dark markings seemed more pronounced.

"We need to get underground," he said, his voice quieter now. "There are people who want to speak with you."

Seraphine hesitated. Her fingers curled into her cloak.

She wasn't sure she wanted those answers.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Without another word, she stepped past Eliam and into the tunnel's entrance.

Old stone steps spiraled downward, their edges worn from centuries of use. The air grew colder as they moved deeper, the scent of damp earth replacing the salty tang of the ocean breeze.

Faint torchlight illuminated the way, casting flickering shadows against the walls.

Seraphine could hear voices ahead. Low murmurs, cautious whispers.

And then, as they reached the main chamber, she saw them.

A gathering of figures stood in the underground hall, cloaked and hooded, their faces hidden. Some carried weapons, others held relics of strange origin.

Eliam stepped forward. "This is the one you wanted to see."

One of the figures pulled back their hood.

Her hair was dark, streaked with silver, and her face was lined with years of experience. Her eyes sharp, piercing studied Seraphine with an intensity that made her feel as if her very soul was being examined.

"You bear the mark of the Hollow One," the woman said, her voice even. "And yet, you still stand."

Seraphine met her gaze. "I don't know what I am."

The woman nodded, as if she had expected that answer.

The moment she had been avoiding. The truth she had not yet dared to face.

To walk away or to finally understand the power that had been forced upon her.

Her fingers tightened at her sides.

Chapter 17: Beneath the Surface