Starborn Revenant

This was an age of dead gods and hollow thrones, when the celestial wars had left their divine carcasses strewn across the cosmos—fragments of fallen deities embedded in warlords' armor, woven into AI cores, burning in the hearts of stars. The great dynasties rose upon these corpse-relics, their Eclipse Conclaves and Whispering Choirs enforcing order across the starways.



A scavenger marked by the Maw.

A dynasty heir with divinity in her blood.

A dead god's final will, howling through its thirteenth host.



Ryn Varrik walked the graveyard of fallen powers, his body crystallizing with every claimed fragment. The Titan's Heart pulsed within a warlord's mechanized throne. The Oracle's Eye watched from a rogue intelligence's core. The Hollow Crown lay hidden in Cassia Veydran's DNA—and the Sundered One's whispers grew louder with each relic taken.



The rich had built their empires on divine remains.

Now the chosen one gets to rule over the whole universe