Nova_Verse

In the world of NOVA, death is not the end. Beneath the mortal realm lies the Soul Land, where the spirits of the departed linger, sustained by the memories of the living. But once the last person who remembers you is gone, so are you.

For most, this is an inevitable fate. For a rare few, it is a chance to rise.

Those who leave behind a lasting impact—be it through legend, power, or sheer will—gain the ability to defy the boundaries of life and death. These beings, the Soulbound, can forge bonds with the living, exchanging power for emotion. The greater their influence, the stronger they become, even gaining the ability to walk between worlds.

But not all spirits wait to be remembered. Some claw their way back through sheer hatred. Some carve their names into history through blood and fire.

This is the story of one such soul.

A man betrayed. A warrior forgotten. A legend reborn.

And now, Rael Noctis will forge his own destiny—one soul at a time.

The masochists

The air around Elara crackled with power. The city of Varos lay in ruins behind her, the streets twisted by the unraveling of the Veil. Shadows pulsed at her feet, tendrils coiling around her like living things.

Before her stood the Final Gate—a massive obsidian monolith, its surface rippling like liquid darkness. Beyond it, she could hear the voice of the Forgotten One, whispering promises of dominion, of ascension, of a throne meant only for her.

Rael staggered beside her, gripping his blade. His crimson eyes, once filled with determination, now flickered with exhaustion. "Elara… if you step through that, there's no turning back."

Darius Vale watched from a distance, his golden eyes unreadable. "She knows that," he murmured. "The question isn't whether she'll step through… it's who she will be when she does."

Elara clenched her fists. The Voidborne Pendant at her neck pulsed, syncing with her heartbeat. It had led her here. It had devoured her enemies. It had made her powerful.

From the shadows of the abyss, three figures emerged—versions of herself, yet not.

🔥 The Destroyer – Cloaked in endless black, her body a fusion of shadow and flame. Her voice was raw, filled with wrath. "Burn it all," she snarled. "Tear down the Veil. Take the Forgotten One's power for yourself. Become more than mortal—become legend."

🌓 The Guardian – A silver-eyed warrior, clad in armor forged from the light of the broken moon. Her voice was steady, firm. "Seal the Gate. End the cycle. Let the world live free of the Veil's corruption—even if it means losing your power forever."

👁️ The Usurper – A regal figure, seated upon a throne of black stone, her form flickering between light and dark. She smiled, the most terrifying of them all. "Do neither. Take control. Rule between worlds. You don't have to be a pawn in this war—you can be its master."

Elara's breath came fast. She felt Rael's gaze on her, waiting. She felt the city crumbling behind her.

She had seconds to decide.

Power? Sacrifice? Control?

Throne of the Abyss