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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 breath was unsteady. His body still ached from the vision, but there was no time to recover.

The Eradicator had finished adapting.

Not with speed—with inevitability.

One second, it was in front of him. The next, it was inside his guard, its hand outstretched.

Kael barely had time to react before an unseen force wrapped around his body, locking his limbs in place. Like space itself had turned against him.

His Mark flared, resisting, but this time the pressure was stronger.

The Eradicator's voice wasn't sound. It was absolute law.

Kael felt his very existence unraveling at the edges, like reality itself was rejecting him.

Aelyth cursed. "Damn it! If it gets a hold of you completely, you're done!"

They blurred forward, golden energy surging around them—

Kael's vision blurred. The world fractured around him.

Something deep inside him refused.

Not physically. Not through space.

For a split second, he was somewhere else again.

A ruined chamber. A throne of obsidian. A name carved into the walls in an ancient script.

The Eradicator's grip had loosened for a fraction of a second—just enough.

He twisted, his Mark flaring as he broke free from the unseen force. The pressure shattered around him like glass.

Kael didn't need to be told twice.

A pillar of golden energy slammed into the Eradicator, forcing it back. The moment of escape was brief, but it was all they needed.

Aelyth landed beside him, breathing hard. "We're not beating that thing here. We need to get out."**

Kael's pulse was still racing. His mind swam with fragments of what he had seen—Veyrith's Fall. The Solus Imperium. A history erased.

"Then we're running straight into the heart of erasure itself."

Chapter 20: The Path to Erasure