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In the fractured realm of **Everburn Labyrinth**, where ash falls like snow and forgotten gods whisper through cursed bloodlines, **Seryn Octavius**—the last heir of the soul-devouring **Emberdirge Dynasty**—barters memories for power. His family’s ancestral curse binds him to a grim truth: every drop of alchemical elixir he brews erases a fragment of his past. But when his exiled mentor, **Lady Eluinora**, is exposed as a traitor who sold his clan to the God of Oblivion, Seryn’s quest for vengeance unravels a millennia-old conspiracy: the very curses that cripple the ancient dynasties are shards of a slain primordial deity, and *he* is the crucible to resurrect it.  

To survive, Seryn must master the forbidden **Ashborne Alchemy**, turning his family’s funeral rites into weapons—distilling grief into corrosive mists, forging vows into chainblades, and weaponizing his own decaying soul. Allies become liabilities: a mechanized orc warrior whose heart ticks toward self-destruction, a moon-cursed assassin hunting her reflection, and Eluinora herself, whose lies may hold the only key to salvation.  

As the **Clockwork Throne** awakronsume cities into slag and the **Thousand-Eyed Abyss** hungers for his lineage, Seryn faces an impossible choice: embrace the erosion of his humanity to become the realm’s destroyer, or shatter the alchemical laws of the universe—and with them, every soul he vowed to protect

`Ember Oath: Erosion of Souls`

On the cresting waves raised by the Thousand-Eyed City, every closed pupil molted. Shed eyelids became floating islands, revealing bio-circuitry woven from coral neurons beneath. The chainbrand on Seryn's neck resonated with the circuits as erosion-tendrils plunged into the black tide, hauling up a bronze sarcophagus—the obsidian coffin from his birth.

"The key's in your hands, brat." Gurak's fading consciousness flickered through her mechanical arm. "Scatter my ashes inside."

Seryn crushed the miniature urn at his chest. When orc ashes met the sarcophagus, it erupted open, revealing soundwave-etched anti-divinity sigils carved by 374 Octavius funeral dirges.

The Thousand-Eyed City's bio-circuitry surged. As every pupil reopened, Seryn witnessed true history: Eluinora was no human, but a hybrid experiment blending the first Sargamar patriarch and Leviathan royalty. The triune sigil on her forehead fractured under the glare, exposing a fourth harp pattern—his father's mark.

"Vessels…we're all vessels…" Eluinora's specter bled from the dagger, her coral body crystallizing. "Ashborne Cores were never fuel…they're cages…"

The sea bulged. The mature Leviathan breached, its tentacles of gears and memory-gel singing Seryn's infant wails. As tendrils pierced the sarcophagus, his erosion-marks auto-decrypted sonic keys—Godslayer codes encoded in his father's death rattle.

"Cognitive filters disengaged." The clone hive-mind invaded his neural pathways. "Receiving Protocol 101."

Ten thousand possibilities cascaded across Seryn's retinas: shattering the City's bio-nodes with Falseheart Drumbeat, merging with Leviathan neurons to ascend, detonating all Ashborne Cores to reset the continent. Then came the memory backlash—five-year-old Eluinora guiding his hand to engrave not runes, but Mechanical Hades' coordinates on a crucible.

"Chose you." Eluinora's crystalline form crumbled. "The triune godhood was a lie. You're the sole…"

Leviathan tentacles bifurcated. One impaled Seryn's heart, fusing his erosion with the City's bio-circuitry; another speared the parallel Seryn's nebula-remnant, extracting the Reaper's gaze-data. When the energies collided within the sarcophagus, the truth emerged:

The Reaper was but an ancient alchemical time-anchor. Eluinora's three-era cycle sought to repair causality shattered by the first Octavius—the man who time-smuggled via obsidian coffins, Seryn's grandfather.

"Reboot." Eluinora's final shard dissolved into the sea. "This time…keep the lullaby in tune."

Seryn activated the Godslayer Protocol as consciousness faded. Erosion-wings disassembled into nano-alchemical swarms, devouring the City's bio-circuits to encode Leviathan data-streams into a new genetic lullaby. When the Reaper's Eyes detonated, he saw Gurak's arm-relics reconfigure in the blast—the orc's ghost flipping him a familiar middle finger.

The continent sank. But before seawater drowned the last crucible, newborn Leviathan spawn lifted the sarcophagus, merging Seryn's erosion with 100,000 clone minds into an embryo.

In the abyssal dark, a mechanical heart began to beat.

**Chapter 6: Finale of the Thousand Eyes and the Godslayer’s Cradle**

Chapter 6: Finale of the Thousand Eyes and the Godslayer’s Cradle