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

Orion's heartbeat drummed against his ribs, out of sync with the world around him. Too slow. Too fast. Too wrong.

The Vault of the Forgotten pulsed like a living thing. The glyphs on the walls twisted, reacting to him—recognizing him.

Lyra's voice grounded him. "Orion, talk to me. What happened?"

He dragged in a breath, the air thick like liquid. He could still feel the presence of something vast and unfathomable stretching through him, its weight pressing against his mind.

"I—" His voice cracked, throat dry. "I saw something."

The Keeper finally spoke. "And something saw you in return."

The old man's gaze was unreadable, but Orion could feel the weight behind those words.

"Your presence in the Vault is no longer as it was," the Keeper continued. "The path you walk now is different. More dangerous."

Lyra stiffened beside him. "What does that mean?"

The Keeper looked past her, directly at Orion. "It means the Veil has marked him. And the things beyond it? They are watching."

Orion clenched his fists. The energy beneath his skin pulsed in response. The unraveling had changed him, but he wasn't sure how much.

"Then we keep moving," he said, voice steadier than he felt. "We don't stop."

The Keeper studied him for a long moment before nodding.

The corridors of the Vault stretched endlessly, lined with inscriptions carved by hands long gone. Orion could hear them now. Whispers curled at the edge of his perception, voices from a time before memory.

They were echoes of something alive.

Lyra walked beside him, glancing at him every so often. He knew she wanted to say something—to ask if he was truly okay—but she didn't.

They reached another chamber, its ceiling vast and arched like a cathedral. At its center stood an obelisk of shifting light, swirling in and out of form.

The Keeper inhaled sharply. "The Celestial Archive."

Orion barely heard him. His pulse was screaming.

A force within it pulsed in time with his own—an invitation.

The light of the obelisk stretched toward him. Recognizing him. Accepting him.

Veins of the Unseen