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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

Kael barely had time to think. His body reacted before his mind could catch up—instinct, or something deeper.

The moment he moved, the Eradicator struck.

A wave of force ripped through the air. The ruins behind him shattered as if they had never existed.

If he had been even a second slower—

No. He didn't have time to think about that.

The Mark of Aetheris burned against his palm, and for the first time, he understood something.

The world blurred as he dodged, moving faster than he should have been able to. His body felt lighter, sharper.

The stranger let out a low whistle. "Not bad. You're catching on quick."

Kael didn't answer. His focus was locked on the Eradicator.

It tilted its head, as if analyzing him.

Kael barely had time to react. He twisted to the side, feeling the pressure of reality itself bend past him. The force scraped against his skin—cold, suffocating.

His fist lashed out—not at the Eradicator, but at the air itself.

The moment his mark made contact with the space around it, something cracked.

A shockwave erupted. The Eradicator's form flickered.

The stranger's eyes gleamed. "Oh? So that's what your mark does."

It shifted, and Kael felt it happening—the world trying to erase him again.

His instincts screamed. Don't let it finish.

Kael surged forward, his fist glowing with the mark's energy—

Chapter 17: Against Erasure