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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 heartbeat thundered in his ears.

The Hunter was gone. Erased as if it had never existed.

But the weight of its presence still clung to the ruins, lingering like a whisper of something far from over.

He looked down at his hand—the one that had caught the blade. The golden glow had faded, but his palm still burned.

The stranger watched him, their golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. Amusement? Caution?

"You should be dead," they finally said.

He swallowed. "Thanks for the encouragement."

A chuckle. "Not an insult. A fact."

The stranger took a step closer, tilting their head. "No one catches a Hunter's blade. No one resists erasure. And yet..."

Their gaze flickered to his hand. "...You did."

He clenched his fist. "You called me an anomaly. And now… something worse. What does that mean?"

The stranger's smirk faded. "It means the ones who watch the cycle will notice you now."

A chill ran down his spine. The cycle.

That word again. Always just out of reach.

The stranger's expression darkened. "The ones who decide who exists and who doesn't."

Something heavy settled in his chest.

"...And if they decide I shouldn't exist?"

The stranger's smile returned, but this time, it didn't reach their eyes. "Then they'll send something worse than a Hunter."

A cold wind swept through the ruins.

Somewhere in the distance—the air trembled.

Chapter 12: The Stranger’s Warning