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 moment Elara's foot touched the throne, the abyss shuddered.

A pulse of raw power ripped through reality, stretching across the city of Varos, across the realms beyond the Gate. The swirling void no longer felt like chaos—it felt like a crown settling onto her head.

The Forgotten One laughed, its voice no longer distant but woven into her very soul.

"You understand now, don't you? This was always your fate."

Elara exhaled slowly. The shadows no longer whispered—they obeyed.

Behind her, Rael's breath hitched. "Elara…" His voice was barely a whisper.

Darius Vale, the ever-cunning manipulator, took a slow step back. His golden eyes flickered with something she had never seen before—fear.

"You actually did it," he murmured. "You claimed it."

Elara's eyes opened, now burning with an eerie silver and black glow. The obsidian throne pulsed beneath her fingertips, its form shifting, molding itself to her presence.

She had chosen neither destruction nor submission.

She had chosen dominion.

The Veil no longer rejected her.

The chaotic storm of shadows that had once threatened to consume Varos now calmed, swirling around her in disciplined tendrils. The structures of the city, once twisted by the breaking of the Veil, now reformed at her command.

She was no longer simply Elara.

She was something new.

Rael stepped forward, hesitation clear in his every movement. "Elara… is this really you?"

She turned her gaze on him, her voice smooth, steady—different. "It's still me, Rael."

Darius adjusted his cloak, watching her with sharp curiosity. "Fascinating. And tell me, Your Majesty… what now?"

The title sent a thrill through her veins.

1️⃣ Tear down the old order – The Syndicates, the hidden rulers of Varos, the ancient relic hunters who once sought to control the Veil—they would all kneel or perish.

2️⃣ Expand her domain – The world beyond Varos had long feared the unknown. They whispered of the abyss like a thing to be feared. Perhaps it was time to show them who ruled the dark.

3️⃣ Test her power – If the Veil was hers, then there had to be more to it. More doors, more realms. This throne was just the beginning.

The possibilities stretched before her.

For the first time in her life, she was not running. She was not a pawn, not a fugitive, not a tool for someone else's ambition.

She was the Usurper Queen.

And the world was hers to shape.

Queen of the Veil