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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

His breath came ragged, his body trembling from the aftershocks of whatever had just happened. The whispers had retreated, but their presence still lingered at the edges of his mind, waiting. Watching.

The stranger stepped closer, their golden eyes studying him with unsettling precision. "Tell me… what did you see?"

He hesitated. The throne. The shattered crown. The voice calling him not yet whole.

Memories. But were they truly his?

"I don't know," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "It felt real, but—"

The stranger lifted a hand, cutting him off. "It was real."

A chill ran down his spine. "How can you be so sure?"

The stranger's lips curled into something resembling a smirk. "Because the Forgotten only reach for those tied to the cycle."**

The cycle. That word again. He clenched his fists, frustration mounting.

The stranger tilted their head. "You already know."

A low hum filled the ruins. The air shifted, charged with an unseen force. The shadows stretched unnaturally—the Forgotten were stirring again.

The stranger sighed. "You don't have time to dwell on it. They're testing you."

A pulse of cold energy slithered through the ground.

A gleam flickered in the stranger's gaze. "To see if you're worthy of remembering."

Before he could respond, the darkness surged forward.

Chapter 7: Echoes of the Past