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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

The Silent Watchers—whoever, whatever they were—had just decided whether he should exist.

He clenched his fist, the faint glow of the Mark of Aetheris flickering against his skin. If they could rewrite reality itself, why was he still here?

The stranger observed him in silence, then sighed. "You felt it, didn't you?"

Kael met their golden eyes. "That... pull. It was like the world was trying to fix something."

The stranger nodded. "That was the cycle trying to erase you."

The smirk returned. "Yet here you stand."

His grip tightened. The weight of what they were saying wasn't lost on him. He wasn't erased.

The golden light had dulled, but deep inside, he could feel it. A quiet hum, like a heartbeat separate from his own.

The stranger studied him, their expression unreadable. "You're lucky. The first attempt is always subtle. A correction. They don't expect resistance."

Kael's stomach twisted. The first attempt?

A low hum filled the air—this time, not distant, but near.

The stranger's head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "Tch. Spoke too soon."

Kael turned just as the air split apart.

A figure emerged from the tear in reality.

It was humanoid, but wrong. Its form was blurred at the edges, as if constantly shifting between existence and nothingness.

Cold dread settled in Kael's gut. He didn't need an explanation.

This was an enforcer of the cycle.

Chapter 15: Erasure