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Crimson Nexus: Lord of the Shattered Realms

Rael Vortigar was once a name whispered in fear across a thousand worlds—an immortal tyrant forged from forbidden magic, cursed tech, and raw vengeance. Betrayed by the gods he served and exiled beyond time, he should’ve been erased forever.

He wasn’t.

Now he’s back.

Armed with a living throne built from shattered realities and a hunger for cosmic retribution, Rael tears through dimensions to reclaim what was stolen: his throne, his power, and his vengeance.

At his side stands Lyra Kaine—a beautiful, brilliant sorceress-assassin with a blade that cuts between realities and a mouth sharper than her dagger. Together, they’ll battle corrupted AI prophets, mad time priests, rebel technomancers, and entire pantheons.

But Rael isn’t just fighting the multiverse—he’s warping it.

And with every victory, he grows stronger... darker... closer to something the cosmos cannot contain.

Because this isn’t a story of redemption.

It’s the origin of a final boss.

Crimson Nexus: Lord of the Shattered Realms

But the past always survives in someone's memory."

Location: The First Gate – Heart of the Void

At the edge of all existence, where no star dared shine, floated a black monolith: The First Gate. The place where Thrones were born. Where the Pale Emperor rose. Where Rael was unknowingly forged.

And now... where everything would end—or begin again.

Rael stood at the precipice, the Crimson Throne fused to his soul, pulsing like a second heartbeat.

He was a Crimson God, forged in vengeance and tethered by one thing only:

> "You don't belong here," she whispered, floating beside him.

Rael turned to her, his voice like molten iron and thunder.

Her hand tightened on her plasma blade.

> "Then let's walk into hell together."

Inside the First Gate, Talon stood before a massive, coiled structure—half-organic, half-code. It was the Throne Seed. The first ever built. The origin of god-making.

He was bleeding. Laughing. And alone.

> "They thought I was a side character," he hissed. "The comic relief.

But I'm the one who found the Gate. I'm the one who planted the seed."

He pressed his bloodied palm into the control rune.

The closer they got to the Gate, the louder the voices became—memories not hers whispering in her bones.

Her, much younger. Eyes dull. Injected with god-seed serum.

A voice whispering: "She's the perfect failsafe. If the Crimson One ever awakens, she'll be our blade."

> "I was created to kill you," she gasped, eyes wide.

Rael stopped. Slowly turned to her.

From within came Eryx—but now fully merged with Chrono-Void, a timeline-consuming entity that devoured possibility.

He was unrealized futures made flesh.

> "You killed the wrong version of me, Rael," he said, surrounded by infinite echoes of himself.

"Now I kill every version of you."

Crimson lightning vs timeline entropy.

Lyra activated the Eclipse Crown, unleashing the forgotten dead gods to stall the Gate's activation.

> "You were NEVER supposed to be more powerful than me!"

Rael pierced into the Gate's center, dragging Eryx with him.

Inside: an infinite mirror chamber, showing every version of their lives.

In one mirror, they were brothers fighting side by side. In another, Rael betrayed Eryx first. In a third, Lyra was their sister.

> "We could've been gods together."

> "We were. I just didn't like what I saw."

He shattered the mirror and absorbed Eryx's broken fate, finally erasing the last thread of that timeline.

Talon, broken but grinning, plunged his hand into the Throne Seed.

He activated the Final Collapse—a failsafe designed to rewind reality by nine trillion years and reset everything.

Rael appeared behind him, eyes glowing hell-red.

> "You always talked too much, Talon."

> Crimson Reality pierced Talon's heart.

> "You stopped the reset… but not the bleed.

Now you'll see every dead god's memory.

> "Then I'll burn every one. Again."

Chapter 9: Ashes of Origin