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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 figures closed in, their glowing eyes locked onto Kael.

Aelyth's hand twitched toward their weapon, but Kael raised a hand, stopping them. He needed to hear what these people had to say.

The one who had spoken stepped closer. They were cloaked in dark, flowing robes, their face partially obscured by a metallic mask etched with unfamiliar symbols—symbols Kael instinctively understood.

"Why are you here?" the figure asked, their voice carrying a weight of time itself.

Kael swallowed hard. "We came looking for answers. About the fall of Veyrith. About what was erased."

The Forsaken shifted, exchanging glances. Something unspoken passed between them.

Finally, the masked one spoke again. "You seek the truth. But truth has a cost."

The air around them grew thick, as if reality itself was pressing down on Kael's body. His Mark pulsed again, a strange heat building in his core.

Aelyth gritted their teeth. "Enough with the theatrics. If you know something, say it."

The Forsaken tilted their head. "The past does not exist as you believe."

Kael frowned. "What does that mean?"

The Forsaken raised a hand—and suddenly, the city changed.

The streets around them blurred, the towering structures warping and twisting into something unrecognizable. Shadows spread like cracks in glass, swallowing everything in darkness.

A vision of the past, raw and unfiltered.

A massive, spiraling rift tore through the sky, consuming the very fabric of reality. People screamed, their bodies flickering between existence and oblivion. The city's grand structures collapsed into nothingness, not rubble—pure erasure.

At the heart of it all stood a single figure.

Cloaked in silver and black, their presence alone seemed to command the end itself.

Kael's breath caught. He couldn't see their face.

Somehow—this person was connected to him.

The vision shattered. Kael gasped, staggering back. The city around them returned to normal, as if nothing had changed.

The Forsaken watched him carefully. "Now do you understand?"

Chapter 23: The Forsaken’s Warning