Jazzz

In the endless cosmos, where celestial empires rise and fall, an ancient prophecy speaks of a Sovereign who will decide the fate of the multiverse. Orion Vale, a war orphan turned relic hunter, unwittingly unlocks a forbidden power hidden within a shattered world. This power, the Astralis Core, binds him to an eternal struggle between cosmic forces beyond mortal comprehension.

Hunted by interdimensional warlords, secret orders, and eldritch deities that lurk beyond reality, Orion embarks on an odyssey across galaxies and lost civilizations. With allies both human and inhuman, he must master his growing, uncontrollable abilities while uncovering the truth of his lineage.

But the multiverse is dying. The Eclipse Dominion, an enigmatic force from the abyss of time, seeks to consume existence itself. As Orion’s power awakens, so too does a voice within the Astralis Core—whispering promises of absolute dominion.

Will he become the savior of creation or its ultimate downfall?

The Last Astral Sovereign

The ship's engines flared to life, casting an eerie glow across the docking bay as Orion and Lyra left the ruins of the exploration vessel behind. The cold vastness of space enveloped them, but something felt off.

Lyra tapped at the controls, navigating their path toward the closest safe zone. "We're clear. No anomalies in our trajectory."

Orion barely heard her. His gaze remained fixed on the viewport, where the stars continued to shift—subtly, but undeniably.

Orion clenched his jaw, shoving the sensation deep down. Not now.

"Hey." Lyra's voice was softer now, bringing him back. "I need you with me."

Orion blinked and forced himself to focus. "I'm here."

Lyra studied him for a moment before nodding. "Good. Because we've got another problem."

A disturbance. A massive energy reading—unlike anything their sensors had registered before.

Orion leaned in. The coordinates placed it just beyond their current path.

His pulse quickened. "What the hell is that?"

Lyra's fingers danced across the controls, enhancing the visual feed.

What they saw made them both freeze.

But these weren't ordinary flowers.

They pulsed with an otherworldly glow, their petals shifting through impossible hues. The blossoms seemed to breathe—as if alive, feeding off the void itself.

And at the center of it all, a figure.

She floated among the flowers, her form wrapped in tendrils of light and shadow. Her eyes—when they opened—locked onto Orion.

Something ancient stirred within him. A memory not his own. A name hovering on the edge of his thoughts.

And deep inside, a terrifying realization crept into his mind.

Blossoms of the Void