The Flower That Eats Names

The black flower bloomed silently.

No petals unfurled. No fragrance carried on the wind. It simply appeared, where none had existed—a thing not born, but remembered into existence.

And with its bloom, a new rule was etched into Verdantia's fate:

Names are not eternal.

Above ground, the Elven capital fell into chaos.

The Tree of Memory—Verdantia's sacred pillar, its god-woven identity—now quivered with uncertainty. Its glow dimmed. The sky over the city turned cloudy, as if mourning the loss of something no one could name anymore.

Because that's what was happening.

Names—were vanishing.

"Where is High Priestess Miera?" one elf shouted.

"Miera? Who is—wait… I…"

He stopped. The name he'd just spoken... already slipping from his memory like smoke through fingers.

And he wasn't alone.

Entire ancestral lines—forgotten. Temples—empty. Statues—blank. Elven children cried as they stared at parents whose names they could no longer recall.

[System Notification]You have activated the Bloom of Corruption: "The Flower That Eats Names."Effect: Memory erosion within spiritual-linked zones. Targets lose connection to all divine-registered names, ranks, bloodlines, and contracts.

Beneath the surface, Priyanshu sat cross-legged on a floating root in the broken vault.

The seal was shattered. The eight thrones now glowed faintly, watching him.

But the real treasure was in his hands.

A pulsating black seed.

[Godblood Root Core Acquired]This seed once grew within a dead god of memory. It blooms not with beauty, but with forgetting. Plant it anywhere, and that place will cease to exist in remembrance.Danger Level: IncalculableSystem Rank: Forbidden (Divine-Tier+)

Luna knelt beside him, her aura flickering.

"My Lord," she whispered, awe in her voice. "What... is that flower doing?"

Priyanshu didn't open his eyes. "It's eating Verdantia."

"But why names?"

"Because names are how gods keep track. Destroy a name... and you erase ownership."

Far above, within a sacred vault in the Holy Church of Light, a golden mirror shattered.

Alarms flared.

High Cardinals wept blood as the names of their Elven vassals vanished from the divine contract scrolls.

"What's happening?" one bishop screamed. "We're losing hundreds of marks!"

Another priest trembled. "It's Verdantia. The Tree... someone broke the Tree."

The Council of Twelve convened in emergency.

Across distant realms, seers and prophets went mad as they tried to look into Verdantia.

In the Elven Sky Academies, knowledge once stored for ten thousand years... vanished.

Books were now blank.

Memories, deleted.

And in the heart of it all, the black flower pulsed again.

Another wave surged out.

Another generation forgotten.

Priyanshu opened his eyes.

He looked at Luna, then at the massive cavern around them. "We're done here."

She tilted her head. "You've destroyed the Elves' spiritual core. Shall we return?"

"No," he said, a faint smirk on his lips. "We've given them a taste of fear. Let's finish the story."

He stood and walked toward the remains of the eighth throne—the Throne of Sin.

Its base was cracked, leaking black mist.

Priyanshu reached inside.

From the darkness, he pulled out an ancient mask.

Crimson and obsidian, with etchings of pain and truth.

[Artifact Acquired: Mask of the Forgotten Warden]Effect: Allows the wearer to walk through memory without being seen. Disrupts prophecy, foresight, and spiritual tracking.Bound Only to the Bearer of First Sin.Congratulations. You have become a True Warden of Oblivion.

Luna stepped back, shocked. "You… You've become something not even gods can name."

"Good," he said, placing the mask over his face.

The moment it touched his skin, the air trembled.

A new presence was born in the world.

Something terrifying.

Not a god.

Not a demon.

But a Forgotten Sin—a living paradox.

[New Title Gained: The Nameless Warden][System Evolution Ready: Would you like to awaken the Forgotten Path?]

Priyanshu smiled beneath the mask.

"Let the world try to find me now."