CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Sovereign of Silence

The stars trembled.

The very fabric of reality twisted at the edges like it sensed… a mistake was being born.

That mistake… was Nyra.

Deep within the Ruined Star Library, beneath the bones of the first black hole, Lucifer opened a book no god was allowed to see.

A book bound in the silence of dying universes.

Its name?

The Grimoire of Black Sovereignty.

"Read this," he said.

"The language will cut you."

Nyra stared at it. Then opened the first page.

The symbols screamed.

Each glyph on the page carried the voice of a dead reality.

Each sentence was a curse — not on the reader, but on the world around them.

And yet… she didn't flinch.

She bled.

She smiled.

"Let's begin."

For three days straight, she trained in spellwork while suspended in anti-gravity runes made of collapsed void.

Lucifer didn't go easy on her.

"If the spell doesn't break you," he said,

"then it will break your enemy."

Her first spell: "Nullis Vox"

— The spell that silences existence.

She whispered it once near a mirror.

The mirror forgot it existed.

She whispered it again at a glyph carved into the wall.

The glyph vanished from all timelines.

By the sixth day, Nyra wasn't just casting spells.

She was weaving them into her breathing, into her heartbeat, into her kisses.

Even Caelia noticed.

"Your aura... it doesn't touch me anymore. It surrounds me."

Then came the Council's challenge.

A full planetary-scale trial.

Twelve godlings with universal abilities.

They demanded Nyra submit to a power ranking test.

Nyra replied with a single word.

"Run."

They didn't.

She raised her hand and cast Sanguinex: Eternum Vitae.

Her blood sprayed across the sky.

And every droplet became a winged monster with her face and her rage.

Within moments… the trial arena was quiet.

Twelve godlings.

All broken.

All begging.

Lucifer nodded from afar.

"She's ready."

But one observer in the higher plane whispered:

"She's more than ready.

She's becoming unexplainable."

That night, Caelia touched Nyra's face.

"You didn't even smile when they died."

"Because I didn't kill them," Nyra whispered.

"My spell did."

And she began to fear herself.

Even as the universe began to worship her.