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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

No hesitation. No second-guessing. The Eradicator wasn't something they could fight—not yet.

Their escape wasn't about outrunning it. That was impossible.

It was about disrupting its directives.

The ruins around them blurred as they moved, Aelyth leading the way with precise, calculated steps. Kael didn't ask where they were going—he simply followed.

The Mark of Aetheris pulsed, a quiet whisper threading through his mind. The same name repeated over and over.

They passed through the shattered remnants of what was once a grand structure, its architecture unlike anything Kael had ever seen.

Even in the middle of their escape, he couldn't ignore the feeling in his gut.

This place, these ruins—they were part of something much larger.

Aelyth suddenly came to a halt. "We're here."

Kael skidded to a stop, glancing ahead. At first, he saw nothing but the broken remnants of a courtyard. Then he noticed it—

Not a door, not an archway. Something else.

It was carved from an unknown material, standing tall despite the destruction around it. Faint sigils pulsed along its surface, etched in a language Kael didn't recognize—but somehow understood.

Aetheric Transit Point: Designation—Veyrith.

Kael's heart pounded. It was real.

Aelyth wasted no time, stepping forward. "This is the only way we're getting out of here alive."

Kael hesitated. "Where exactly does it take us?"

Aelyth turned back to the gateway, reaching out. Their hand hovered over the sigils—then pressed against them.

Behind them, Kael felt a shift—the Eradicator had moved.

Kael didn't hesitate. He stepped forward.

Chapter 21: Into the Unknown