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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 dozen figures emerged from the darkness, their forms shifting, barely human. Their faces were featureless—voids where eyes and mouths should be.

The air grew thick, suffocating. Whispers slithered into his mind.

Not out of fear—something deeper, stronger. His limbs felt heavy, as if unseen chains bound him in place.

The stranger remained still, watching. Testing.

"They want to erase you," the voice in his head warned. "You must break free."

He struggled, his breath ragged. The Forgotten closed in, their presence pressing down on him like an ocean of silence.

A clawed hand reached into his chest—not piercing flesh, but grasping at something deeper.

A cold, agonizing pull—like he was being unraveled.

His vision blurred. His memories—fading.

Heat surged through his veins, burning away the paralysis. His mind cleared.

The mark on his arm flared—gold and black intertwining.

His fist slammed into the nearest figure, and the force of it rippled outward. A shockwave tore through the ruins, sending the Forgotten reeling.

They shrieked, the void around them fracturing.

But they didn't vanish. They only watched. Waiting.

The stranger exhaled. "You resisted. Good. But this is only the beginning."

Chapter 8: Trial of the Forgotten