The Decree Of Oblivion
Vaelor's fingers barely grazed the surface of the Unshackled Codex before reality fractured around him.
The battlefield—once solid—rippled like ink spilling over a forgotten page. The sky above broke apart, its constellations dissolving as new, alien ones formed in their place. The very concept of time hiccupped, shattering into splinters that danced along the edges of perception.
And then they arrived.
The Sentinels of Dominion.
Tall, faceless entities wrapped in shifting tapestries of decree, each one radiating an authority that bent existence to its will. Their arrival was not an event—it was a correction, a demand imposed upon the multiverse itself.
"The decree of Oblivion must be enforced."
The voice did not come from their mouths. It came from everywhere—from the air, the stone, the marrow in Vaelor's bones. It was not a threat.
It was law.
The Forgotten Legion responded without hesitation.
"Hold the line!"
The first clash shattered the battlefield.
Weapons of fractured time met blades forged from celestial mandate. The Legion fought as warriors who had been erased from history—ghosts of fate denied, striking against those who enforced it.
Vaelor barely had time to react before a Sentinel turned toward him. It did not run. It did not raise a weapon.
It pointed.
And reality obeyed.
The space around him collapsed, unraveling like a forgotten dream. His limbs became weightless, his thoughts slipping from his grasp as though his very existence was being rewritten.
The Codex burned in his hands.
"Write."
The whisper came from nowhere, yet everywhere at once.
Vaelor gritted his teeth.
No.
He refused to be erased.
The Codex's pages shifted beneath his fingertips, their meanings fluid, reshaping themselves faster than he could comprehend. He did not know what he was doing—only that if he stopped, he would cease to exist.
"Vaelor!"
The shout cut through the chaos.
A figure carved through the battlefield, shimmering between past and present, between what was and what should have been. Their blade sundered decree, tearing through divine armor as if it were parchment.
The leader of the Forgotten Legion.
They reached him in an instant. Their gaze burned into his.
"You must write."
Vaelor's hands trembled. "I—I don't know what to write."
The leader's expression did not waver.
"Then do not write what is. Write what must be."
A Sentinel descended, its great spear of decree raised high—
Vaelor moved.
His hands tore across the Codex's pages.
And he rewrote the moment.
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The Paradox of the Written Moment
The Sentinel's spear never landed.
One moment, it had been falling—unstoppable, absolute.
The next—it had never been raised.
The battlefield stilled.
A silence stretched across existence—as if reality itself was unsure of what had just occurred.
Vaelor gasped, his fingers still stained with the ink of the impossible.
"You rewrote it," the leader of the Forgotten Legion whispered.
Vaelor's breath was ragged. "I—" He swallowed. "I just—"
"You wrote a paradox."
The words settled between them.
The Sentinels of Dominion did not falter. They did not recoil in fear.
They did not feel.
Instead, they simply adjusted.
"The Unshackled Codex has been invoked."
"Reality is in flux."
"New decree required."
They lifted their hands in unison.
And history itself shifted.
The battlefield became unsteady—as if the past, present, and future were all being rewritten at once.
Vaelor's pulse thundered.
The Sentinels did not merely enforce fate.
They controlled it.
"If they rewrite this moment… if they overwrite what I just did—"
Then even the power of the Codex would mean nothing.
The Forgotten Legion realized it too.
"We cannot let them dictate history again!" the leader roared.
The Legion charged.
And Vaelor did the only thing he could.
He wrote faster.
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The Fight for History
Time fractured around him.
Vaelor wrote as the battle waged—describing movements before they happened, shifting outcomes, altering sequences.
The Forgotten Legion's strikes landed truer.
The Sentinels' decrees faltered.
With each word written, Vaelor seized control.
"He's rewriting their reality," one of the Forgotten murmured in awe.
For the first time—the Sentinels hesitated.
But hesitation was not surrender.
"Adjust."
Their decree echoed through existence.
And then—they adapted.
Where once they were bound by singular laws, they now moved outside them. Their weapons no longer struck with certainty, but with fluidity—shifting in ways that even Vaelor's rewritten moments struggled to keep up with.
"They are learning."
Vaelor's hands trembled. The Codex burned against his grip, the ink shifting wildly.
He was losing control.
The Sentinels did not fight battles.
They corrected errors.
And Vaelor had become the greatest error in existence.
A Sentinel stepped forward, its form wreathed in celestial decree. It raised a hand—
"No."
Vaelor's voice thundered.
His hands moved without hesitation.
And he wrote.
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The Name That Should Not Exist
The ink bled.
The battlefield wavered.
The Sentinel froze.
The Forgotten Legion stared.
And Vaelor's breath caught in his throat.
For in his desperation, in his final effort to stop the decree—
He had not written an action.
He had not written a place.
He had written a name.
A name that had not been spoken since the dawn of history.
A name that had been erased from existence.
The Sentinels of Dominion reacted instantly.
Their forms shattered, divine authority unraveling at the mere presence of the name on the page. Their decree fractured—as if something older, something more absolute, had been invoked.
The Forgotten Legion staggered back, their gazes wide with shock.
Vaelor did not understand.
The ink still burned. The Codex trembled in his hands.
But in the silence that followed—
A voice spoke.
Not from the Sentinels.
Not from the Forgotten Legion.
Not even from the Codex itself.
It spoke from beyond existence.
"Who dares write my name?"
The battlefield quaked.
The very fabric of history shuddered.
Vaelor's heart pounded.
Because in that moment, he realized—
He had not just rewritten history.
He had awakened something that was never meant to return.
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Guys I am stopping at the 10th chapter. I will continue after some later date if possible I will do it by the day after Tomorrow.