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In a world where gods rule the heavens, the Abyss hungers for dominion, and mortals struggle for power, a forgotten legend returns from the Rift.

Once a powerless outcast, he was cast into the void—left to die, erased from history. But instead of perishing, he emerged reborn, wielding a force beyond comprehension: Voidforged Sovereignty. Neither god nor abyssal entity, he stands outside the natural laws of existence, his very presence an anomaly feared by all.

Now, as the Eternal Dominion tightens its grip on reality and the Abyssal Lords prepare for war, he walks the path of vengeance and conquest. But in the shadows beyond gods and mortals, something far more ancient stirs—the Boundless Ones, beings that transcend reality itself.

With every battle, his power grows. With every fallen foe, his legend spreads. But will his ascension bring salvation to the world… or its ultimate destruction?

Celestial Awakening: The Call of the Ascendant

The world had never known silence like this before.

The Pantheon was gone—its celestial halls reduced to dust. The Supreme God, the one who had dictated the fate of all existence, had fallen.

He exhaled, watching the golden remnants of divinity scatter like dying embers. Around him, the last fragments of the gods' throne floated in the void, powerless, meaningless.

Yet, in the vastness of creation, the fall of a god was never just an ending.

Far beyond the shattered heavens, they watched.

They had remained dormant for eternity, for the gods had ruled as false kings, playing with stolen power.

But now, with the Supreme One's death, the true architects of existence had taken notice.

"A force that defies both divine and abyssal law…"

The Ashen King's ascension had broken the balance, and something in the fabric of reality had stirred because of it.

Something that had never moved before.

Something that should not have existed.

In the world below, nations burned their banners.

Priests fell to their knees, weeping at the sky that no longer bore the light of the Supreme One.

And yet, something new had taken its place.

A name. A presence. A force that mortals had never known but could not deny.

His power was no longer whispered in shadows. It was spoken in fear, in reverence, in worship.

Some sought to resist. Kings and queens rallied armies, believing they could defy the new order.

The Rift answered before the Ashen King even had to.

And those who defied him… were never seen again.

The Ashen King floated in the void where the Pantheon had once ruled.

And for the first time, he considered a question he had never dared to ask.

He had never sought power. Never craved dominion. He had been forced into war, into ascension, into something greater than himself.

But there was a feeling—a weight—pressing at the edge of his existence.

He looked down at his hands, at the power that no longer felt like his own.

And in the silence of creation, a whisper touched his mind.

The sky—what remained of it—cracked.

A presence unlike anything before seeped through the fabric of existence.

Not divine. Not abyssal. Not mortal.

Something that had been watching since the dawn of time.

Chapter 28: The Riftborn Sovereign