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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

It wasn't the absence of light but the presence of something deeper—something hungry. It coiled around his limbs, seeping into his skin, threading into his very being.

The moment his fingers had brushed the Keeper's hand, reality had ruptured.

A voice echoed through the void. Not the Keeper's, not Lyra's, but something ancient and unknowable.

"You would claim power, but do you understand the cost?"

Orion gasped as pain lanced through him—his body breaking apart and reforming at once. Veins of light flared beneath his skin, shifting, reshaping. His mind stretched beyond itself, and for a moment, he saw everything.

The strands of the universe. The way it pulsed, breathed, twisted.

He saw a thousand possible versions of himself.

One where he embraced the power, becoming something more—and something monstrous.

One where he fought against it, fracturing under the strain.

One where he stood alone, unrecognizable to everyone he had ever known.

And then—Lyra's voice cut through the storm.

The world snapped back into place.

The shadows retreated, peeling away like dying embers, and Orion collapsed to his knees. The floor beneath him was smooth—cold stone, solid and real.

His hands trembled as he raised them, watching streaks of luminous energy pulse beneath his skin. He could still feel the void inside him, pressing against his thoughts like a second heartbeat.

Lyra was in front of him, eyes sharp, assessing him with a mixture of relief and fear. "You vanished for a moment. What happened?"

Orion opened his mouth to answer—

—and nearly doubled over as a pulse of raw power surged through him. The walls of the Vault rippled in response, the ancient glyphs flickering as if recognizing something in him.

Orion clenched his fists, forcing his breathing to steady. He wasn't the same as before. He could feel it.

He wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Lyra's voice was softer now, searching. "Orion… are you still you?"

A Fractured Awakening