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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's fist connected—not with the Eradicator's body, but with the space it occupied.

Aetheris flared, sending a shockwave rippling outward.

The Eradicator's form wavered. Just for a moment.

The stranger's voice cut through the tension. "That confirms it. Your mark disrupts the fabric of existence itself."

Kael barely had time to process that. The Eradicator shifted, flickering back into focus.

It hadn't been damaged. But it had been interrupted.

A voice echoed in his mind. Cold. Absolute.

"Anomaly persists. Adjusting parameters."

Kael's heart pounded. It was adapting.

The stranger's stance shifted. "If we're doing this, let's do it properly." They flicked their wrist, and in an instant, a name burned into Kael's thoughts.

And Kael had a feeling it wasn't their real one.

Aelyth smirked. "Try not to die, kid."

Before Kael could respond, they moved.

Their body blurred, twisting through the air with inhuman precision. A golden sigil burned at their fingertips—an ancient crest Kael didn't recognize.

"Sundered Veil: Fifth Invocation."

The air tore apart. A fissure of golden energy lashed out, aimed directly at the Eradicator.

A ripple of distortion shredded the ground as it countered, colliding with Aelyth's attack. The resulting shockwave obliterated everything within meters.

Kael barely managed to shield himself. Dust and debris rained down, but his gaze never left the battlefield.

This was a battle between forces that shouldn't exist.

And somehow, he was at the center of it.

The Mark of Aetheris pulsed again, a whisper echoing in his mind.

The words sent a shiver down his spine.

But something told him he'd find answers there.

Chapter 18: The First Strike