_Majin_

Betrayed. Buried. But never broken.

Lucien was a prodigy—gifted with a power the world feared, envied, and ultimately destroyed. Framed by his mentors, abandoned by his lover, and cast into the deepest prison by the gods themselves, he was left to rot in darkness… alone.

But in the silence beneath the realms, something ancient whispered to him.

Centuries passed. Kingdoms rose and crumbled. Gods fell. And in the depths, Lucien changed. Hardened by solitude. Sharpened by pain. Molded by the Void.

Now, the world has forgotten him.
But he remembers everything.

He walks free—not as a hero, not as a villain—but as a force that bends reality itself. As realms clash and war consumes the skies, one name will echo louder than the gods:

Lucien. The Void’s chosen.

Whisper of the void

Clouds, once still, bled silver across a thousand skies. A low hum stretched across continents — not sound, but something older. Something that existed in the marrow of ancient bones and the corners of forgotten scriptures.

A masked woman stood atop a glacier cliff, her breath clouding the frozen air. Her aura twisted like knives — frost-bound qi and blood intent laced into one. She had buried kings beneath her silence, crushed sects with nothing but a nod.

"So," she murmured, voice shaking behind her porcelain mask. "He really did survive…"

Behind her, a younger disciple dared to speak, "Who?"

She didn't turn. "The one we forgot to fear."

A girl with silver eyes sat cross-legged within a lotus of shadows. Her form barely rippled in reality, as though she was half-dream, half-divinity. Her voice was calm, distant.

The head elder opened his mouth to speak — but blood leaked from his nose. His soul quivered. Even standing within five formations and six soul-seals, he couldn't withstand the pressure.

"Lady… that presence… you knew it?"

She stood slowly. "I walked in his shadow long before your ancestors were born."

In the Imperial Halls of the Jade Flame Dynasty –

The Emperor clutched the sides of his obsidian throne as the walls of the palace groaned — not physically, but cosmically. His sons knelt, brows pressed to the golden floor.

Above them, the Great Oracle's face was white.

"The Sovereign Buried in Silence… has remembered his name."

The Emperor didn't blink. "He was just a child."

The Oracle smiled grimly. "So was the sun, once. Before it set the world on fire."

Somewhere between shadows and light –

Adrian stood in a room filled with scrolls and broken seals. The sigils across his arms glowed without command.

A crow landed on his shoulder, whispering something in tongues long dead.

Another voice echoed beside him — a woman veiled in gold. "You planned for his return."

"I did," Adrian said. "But not… this."

Lucien remained silent as the realms screamed beneath him. His descent was no longer a quiet fall — it was a reckoning.

The Whisper emerged beside him once more. Her form now clearer — her eyes violet, her presence steady.

"They call you 'The Sovereign Buried in Silence' again."

Lucien opened his eyes. Power surged from him like a storm breaking its chains.

"No," he said. "That name belongs to the boy they tried to erase."

And below, an empire collapsed without a sound.

When Ash Falls