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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

One moment, he stood amidst the ruins. The next—darkness swallowed him whole.

A void. Silent. Infinite. Suffocating.

Then, a voice. Whispering. Echoing.

Pain stabbed through his skull. Visions—flashes of something ancient—flickered before his eyes.

A ruined throne. A shattered crown.

His body convulsed as unseen forces dragged him deeper.

The whispers grew louder. "Break. Be forgotten."

Something coiled around his limbs—cold, inhuman.

Panic surged through him. He struggled, but the grip only tightened.

A golden spark ignited within his chest.

The darkness recoiled. The whispers screamed.

He gasped, air flooding his lungs. His vision swam, the ruins reappearing around him.

The stranger was watching. Unmoved. Calculating.

"You're resisting," they murmured. "Good. But it won't be enough."

Chapter 6: The Forgotten’s Grasp