He sought knowledge, not godhood.
But when he uncovered a fragment buried deep within the light of the sun, everything changed.
Driven by obsession, he studied it for years. The fragment became a glyph. The glyph, a divine seal. Until one day—the sun ignited inside his soul.
With a single thought, he could lift a star into the sky. With a whisper of fury, he could reduce empires to ash.
Six fireborn dragons draw his radiant chariot across the endless void. He sits above the world, no longer mortal—no longer bound.
Now, across realms and time, all beings kneel before the Flameborn Emperor—a will made of fire, a god forged in light.
Where his light shines, all things bow. Where his wrath lands, nothing survives.