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 weight of the Keeper's words settled in Orion's chest like a stone sinking into deep water. The air—if it could even be called that—thickened around him, as if the Vault itself was listening, waiting.

The question lingered in his mind, clawing at his thoughts.

He had come seeking answers, but now he stood on the precipice of something far more dangerous.

Lyra took a step forward, her stance guarded. "If he's unraveling, there must be a way to stop it."

The Keeper's presence shifted—like a mirage flickering between realities. "Perhaps. But stopping it would require a price."

The Keeper lifted an ephemeral hand, and the Vault responded.

Shadows and starlight coiled into a spiraling form, revealing a fractured vision—a glimpse of Orion's future.

In it, he saw himself changed. His body was no longer entirely human. His veins pulsed with an alien luminescence, his eyes burned with an unsettling light, and around him, the fabric of reality bent and twisted in unnatural ways.

He could feel the immense power within that form. Power beyond anything he had ever known.

He saw Lyra standing opposite him, blade drawn, her expression unreadable.

Orion's breath hitched. He turned to the Keeper. "What is this?"

The Keeper's voice was as emotionless as the void. "A possible path. One you are already walking."

Orion forced himself to look back at the vision. Was this truly his fate? Would he become something Lyra would have to stop?

The pulse in his veins—the unraveling—seemed to whisper in response.

Lyra's voice was firm. "There has to be another way."

The Keeper regarded her for a long moment before answering. "There is always another way." His form rippled, and suddenly, Orion felt a strange pull at his very core—a choice was being offered.

A path where he fully embraced his transformation, gaining power that defied reason… or a path where he fought against it, risking losing himself in the process.

Orion's fingers curled into a fist. "What do I have to do?"

The Keeper extended a hand toward him. "Make your choice."

The air crackled with unseen forces.

The Keeper’s Bargain