Chapter 22: The Ascent to the Throne

The Infinite Gate stood open, its swirling void stretching beyond sight, beyond understanding. It was not merely a portal. It was a passage into a reality where only gods dared to walk.

And kael he was stepping through.

The Forgotten Ones followed, their figures barely flickering as they crossed into the unknown. The First Sovereign walked beside Kael, his expression unreadable.

"Beyond this gate lies the Throne of Eternity," he murmured. "No being has ever stood against the Tribunal on their own ground and lived."

Kael's smirk was razor-sharp.

"Then I guess I'll be the first."

The First Sovereign let out a low chuckle. "You never stop surprising me, Forsaken One."

Then they stepped into the realm of the gods.

The moment Kael entered, he felt it.

An unfathomable weight pressing against his very soul.

The sky was endless, shifting between golden dawn and eternal night. The land was not land at all but a vast ocean of memories, swirling beneath their feet. Every ripple in the water was a moment in time, a fragment of existence.

And at the center the Throne of Eternity.

It hovered above all things, suspended in light, wrapped in chains of divine law.

And seated upon it— The Tribunal.

Three figures, each cloaked in absolute power. Their presence alone could unmake a universe.

The First God, Aetherion, radiated pure authority, his gaze like the judgment of the cosmos itself.

The Second, Myria, was veiled in stardust, her voice the whisper of creation.

The Third, Vorthus, was a shifting storm of entropy, his form changing with every breath.

Together, they had ruled since time began.

And now—

Kael had come to take their throne.

"You are bold, Forsaken One." Aetherion's voice was like thunder made of law. "But even you must know the weight of your crime."

Kael tilted his head. "Crime?"

"You exist," Myria whispered.

Kael smirked. "And that offends you?"

Vorthus rumbled. "You are a fracture in the order. A being that should have never returned. We allowed you to rise, thinking you would fall like the rest. But now, you threaten the balance itself."

Kael's silver eyes gleamed. "Good."

The Tribunal rose.

Aetherion extended a hand. The sky cracked.

Myria whispered a word. The stars dimmed.

Vorthus exhaled. The fabric of existence trembled.

"Then let this be your final judgment."

The gods attacked.

Aetherion's decree became law before it was even spoken. Kael would die.

Reality itself tried to obey.

But Kael denied it.

His very presence broke the command. His silver eyes burned, and the law of the gods unraveled.

Myria extended her hand, and the concept of creation itself turned against Kael. She wove a reality where he had never existed, a world in which he had never been reborn.

Kael stepped forward.

The false reality shattered.

Vorthus, the god of entropy, reached into Kael's soul, trying to unmake him at his very core.

Kael caught his hand.

The god's storm-like form froze.

Kael grinned. "You made a mistake."

He tore Vorthus apart.

The god of entropy screamed, his form dissolving into nothingness.

The Tribunal staggered.

The Forgotten Ones charged. The First Sovereign drew his blade. Myria fell beneath the weight of time itself, her form aging to dust.

That left one.

Aetherion.

The First God, the Supreme Judge, the Architect of Order.

And kael the one who would take his throne.

Aetherion roared, summoning all his power.

The sky collapsed. The stars burned away.

Reality itself began to die.

Kael did not move.

He raised one hand and held the dying universe in his grasp.

Then, he rebuilt it.

Not as it was.

But as he willed it to be.

Aetherion fell to his knees. His strength vanished. His throne shook.

Kael ascended the steps.

He stood before the Throne of Eternity, silver eyes gleaming.

Aetherion looked up at him, his voice weak.

"This… is impossible."

Kael smirked.

"No. This was always my fate."

Then He ended the First God.

The Tribunal was no more.

The Forgotten Ones knelt.

The Throne of Eternity belonged to him.

Kael sat upon it, silver eyes burning with power.

The heavens were silent.

The gods were dead.

And now—

A new era would begin.

An era where Kael was no longer Forsaken.

He was Sovereign.