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

There was no wind. No scream. No sensation of descent.

He landed on his feet in a place that remembered how to die but forgot how to live. A fractured timeline, stitched with blood-red constellations and lightning made from regret. Around him, the sky flickered like the eyelids of a dreaming god. Cities rose and crumbled in real time—some shaped like thrones, others like open mouths.

Kael gripped his blade, but it pulsed weakly. Here, it didn't hunger. It grieved.

A voice called to him from the horizon. Familiar.

This one was leaner. Sharper. His eyes burned with endless resolve and zero forgiveness. His armor was made of broken vows and obsidian teeth. At his side, he carried no blade. Only a scepter of ash and flame.

"You are not mine," the alternate Orion said.

"And you're not the one I swore to protect," Kael replied.

They circled one another like mirrored storms. Buildings behind them collapsed into white noise.

"This realm," said the alternate Orion, "was born from my choice to erase mercy. Every kindness I allowed turned to betrayal. So I reshaped my world in law. No forgiveness. No chaos. No second chances."

Kael's jaw tightened. "You made yourself a tyrant."

The wind trembled. Not because of magic, but because this place hated imperfection.

Kael stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

"I'm not here to argue fate. I'm here because your counterpart—the real one—is unraveling the multiverse. He calls himself the Sovereign Seed now."

The alternate Orion's eyes narrowed.

"So the seed bloomed. Just as I feared."

Kael lifted his blade. "Then help me stop him."

The Orion of this place looked away, toward the sky where suns collapsed like brittle bones.

And then he reached into his own chest—and ripped out a shard of his own soul, crystallized in law.

Kael caught the shard as it hovered before him. It burned his hand, but did not wound. It hissed like ice in fire.

"With that, you'll have the power to sever sovereign will," the alternate Orion said. "But if you use it… it might not be just the Seed you kill. It might be every version of him."

Kael stared down at the shard. Then up at the man who had once been his friend in another life.

And with that, the shard fused to his blade, engraving it with law and finality. The moment it settled, the fractured realm began to collapse.

The alternate Orion smiled, fading with it.

And somewhere, far across timelines, the Sovereign Seed felt a ripple—like someone had just named him a threat.

The Mercy That Devours