KHILESH_KORE

He was once the Crown Heir to the Great Dominion of Valrion — respected, admired, loved… until they turned on him.
His own family. His closest friend. His beloved.

Falsely accused of treason, stripped of his powers, and burned at the stake, Aedric Valtoris died cursing the gods. But the heavens heard him. And now — reborn 10 years in the past — with memories of betrayal carved deep into his soul, Aedric will tear through the realm with only one goal:

Revenge.

But in a world filled with gods, demons, blood contracts, and forbidden magic, he must fight not just for vengeance…
…but for the right to rewrite destiny itself.

The Boy Who Burned the Heavens

"To defy the System is to rewrite the rules. But what happens when the rules start rewriting you?"

Somewhere far from the battle atop the silent cliff, the Veins of Ithrael pulsed. These ancient, invisible conduits of power—older than the gods, older even than the stars—twisted and writhed as if awakening from a slumber cursed by time itself.

Every spell cast across the continent trembled. Every mage shivered. Every system-bound soul paused mid-thought.

Valefor, Walker of Forbidden Paths

He walked through the forest of Elanwyth, his footsteps carving subtle cracks into the soil with each stride.

His presence now distorted the world—not with chaos, but with possibility.

Behind him, birds sang unfamiliar songs. Trees bent slightly toward him. Shadows lingered longer than they should have, watching, listening.

He paused near a glade. The wind brought scents he hadn't smelled in decades—scorched parchment, ocean brine, and a girl's perfume.

These were pieces of rewritten reality.

> "You felt it too," a voice said from the treetops.

Valefor didn't look up. He didn't need to.

> "Caelen," he murmured. "You're back."

A flutter, a thump—and she dropped beside him, blades at her back and sorrow in her eyes.

She'd been erased after the War of the Hollow Stars. But now…

> "I remembered you," Valefor said. "That's all it took."

> "No," Caelen corrected softly. "You didn't just remember. You wrote me back."

High above, in the Codexus Vault—a pocket-realm that housed the Source Code of Ithrael—a single thread pulsed erratically.

It blinked. Then… rewrote itself.

The System AI, known to the Architect-class entities as ZEIR, emitted a ripple of alerts:

⚠ USER VALTORIS HAS ALTERED CORE STRUCTURE

INITIATING CORRECTION PROTOCOL: "GODKILLER"

Elsewhere: In the Realm of Shattered Names

Selene, wrapped in silver flame and cold silence, opened her eyes for the first time in what felt like lifetimes.

Her last memory had been of fire, betrayal, and a voice screaming her name into the void.

Around her, the Realm of Shattered Names was fracturing.

Glass-like shards of existence floated in the air, and beyond them, she saw other versions of herself—older, younger, corrupted, divine.

And in the center of them all, a glyph pulsed red.

> "Valefor…" she whispered. "What have you done?"

In the physical world, Aedric—no, Valefor—sat by a riverbank that didn't exist yesterday. His hands glowed faintly with golden energy, but not from mana.

Code. Raw, ancient code—the kind only the System should wield.

He dipped his fingers into the water.

The fish swimming in it morphed into species from long-dead ecosystems. The moss grew in patterns that traced old runes.

The System no longer held absolute authority.

And in that moment, Valefor saw it:

> ARCHETYPE: AUTHOR - ACCESS GRANTED.

The sky turned dark—not with clouds, but with codefall. Strange binary glyphs rained from above like cursed snow.

Selene, now partially formed through the fracture between realms, reached toward his memory again.

And above them, a tear split the heavens.

From it descended Protocol Godkiller—a being made entirely of System logic, bearing no name, no emotion, and no doubt.

Its voice was the absence of sound:

> "You are no longer a variable. You are an error."

> "Then debug me," Valefor snarled, stepping forward as the light around him shattered.

The Code’s Last Rewrite