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A world ruled by Sovereigns, beings of absolute power bound by an eternal cycle. Every 1,000 years, reality resets, and history is rewritten. The strong ascend, the weak are erased, and none remember what came before.

Except for one.

When he awakens in a shattered battlefield, marked as “Forsaken,” he knows something is wrong. Fragments of past cycles burn in his mind. He remembers dying—again and again—fighting against a fate he could never escape. But this time, something is different.

His power is corrupted, broken beyond recognition. His existence is an anomaly, rejected by the world itself. The cycle should have erased him, but he remains.

Now, hunted by immortals who do not remember their crimes, he must uncover the truth behind the Pantheon of Sovereigns, the Architect who designed this prison, and the lost history of those who defied fate before him.

For the first time in eternity, the cycle is fracturing.

And he is the one breaking it.

Sovereign of the Forsaken Realm

A force unlike anything he had ever felt slammed into him, crushing him beneath its sheer weight. His bones creaked. His skin burned. His very existence trembled under the pressure.

The Hunter loomed before him, its mask an unfeeling void. Its outstretched hand pulsed with pure system authority, a power meant to erase anomalies.

A jagged tremor tore through his body. His vision blurred at the edges, distorting in strange, unnatural ways. He could feel himself unraveling.

One moment, he was kneeling in the dirt—

—A city of towering spires, burning as the sky fractured.

—A throne shattered beyond recognition.

The images crashed into his mind, fragmented yet familiar. His head pounded, a sharp spike of pain digging into his skull.

The realization hit him like a blade to the chest. This was the loop. Every time, he would awaken. Every time, the system would send its Hunters. Every time, he would be erased before he could break free.

He forced his body to move. His arms shook, his fingers barely responding as he clutched his broken sword. A pathetic weapon against an unstoppable force.

Desperation ignited something deep inside him.

A pulse of raw, corrupted power surged outward, clashing with the Hunter's authority. The system's influence staggered, hesitating for the first time. The suppression wavered—just enough.

Summoning every ounce of strength, he dodged at the last possible moment. The Hunter's attack slammed into the earth, obliterating everything in its path. The shockwave sent him tumbling, his body barely holding together.

The Hunter turned slowly, its mask tilting ever so slightly. It had not expected that.

But he couldn't stop to question it. His body screamed in protest as he forced himself onto his feet. The battlefield stretched before him, empty and endless—no cover, no escape.

A flicker of movement. A distant shadow at the farthest edge of the ruins. The same presence he had felt earlier. Watching. Waiting.

He didn't know who they were. He didn't care.

The Hunter moved again, reality bending around it as it prepared to end him once and for all.

Chapter 4: Against the Inevitable