IMERPUS_RELUR

> In a realm where every soul is born as a dormant god, their inner world manifests as living beings—races shaped from memory, emotion, or trauma.

Auren Ixiel awakens in the lowest stratum of the Divine Plane, forgotten, forsaken, and seemingly powerless. While others conquer worlds with armies of fire and steel, Auren’s first race is born from a tear.

But this small act unravels a forbidden truth: All are Gods, yet most have been bound to forget.

With the power to glimpse the origin-code of divine races, Auren begins a journey to restore balance—not by domination, but by liberating creation itself.

In a cosmos where warlords craft beasts and tyrants enslave galaxies, what happens when a single god remembers that the others are not rivals… but reflections?

DIVINE INHERITANCE: GOD OF MY RACE

Darkness did not come from absence.

And in the far reaches of the divine cosmos—where ruined worlds floated like forgotten beads on a broken rosary—something stirred.

A nameless one turning memory into power.

They, who had once followed gods that forsook them.

They, who had burned their own memories to become pure.

They, who believed that forgetting was the path to perfection.

They were the Cult of Hollow Light.

A black spire pulsing with false radiance towered in a vacuum realm where memory could not grow. Inside it, cloaked figures gathered around a spiraling crystal prism—one that shimmered with stolen thoughts.

Their leader, a faceless priest known only as Annullar, raised his hands.

> "The Rememberer walks. And the gods begin to kneel."

"He is the enemy of purity. He would bring back pain in the name of meaning. He would let gods carry shame… and call it light."

> "Hollow be the name. Erased be the truth. Forgotten be the divine."

Annullar turned to a sealed obelisk chained with silence.

> "Unseal the first Oracle. Let her scream. Let her shatter the realm of memory."

A wail echoed—not in sound, but in pure negation.

A storm of anti-memory began to build.

The skies rippled—once again. But this time… something was wrong.

Auren stood beneath the light of the fifth Watcher. Eléa beside him, her wings folding tighter.

> "I feel… silence," she whispered.

> "No," she said. "Something has arrived that cannot be remembered. A presence that rewrites the story as it happens."

A thin figure in white robes and a veil of false sunlight stepped into Auren's world. Their voice was calm, yet sickening.

> "We are the Unlit, the emissaries of the Hollow Light.

The pure ones. We forget so we may ascend.

And you—who clings to sorrow and names—are the rot."

Boss Encounter – Unlit Oracle: Iresha, She Who Screams in Blankness

Trait: Her presence erases memory of pain, truth, and even combat logic.

Effect: Any race fighting her forgets their abilities mid-battle.

The Remnari wavered. Their bodies flickered.

> "We're… forgetting ourselves," Eléa gasped. "She's undoing our root!"

Auren's chest burned. The Tear of Return flared.

He stepped forward, activating the Nameless Mantle. The cloak pulsed, anchoring his race's identity with a radiant glyph:

> "I name you again," he spoke. "Eléa. Remnari. Forgiven. Remembered. True."

One by one, his people stabilized.

But Iresha screamed again—an erasure wave that aimed to shatter even Auren's soul.

Sutra Invocation – Resonant Bow:

Auren knelt—not in surrender, but in truth.

I bow to the truth within you… you've sealed."

The wave struck him—but stopped.

Because deep within the Oracle was pain.

But this time, it was Iresha who fell to her knees.

> "He… he heard me," she whispered.

"He heard… my name… before it was burned."

She vanished in a burst of hollow light, but not as an enemy—

[You have defied the Cult of Hollow Light.]

[Their attention is now fixed on you.]

[You have retrieved a stolen Fragment: The Cry of the Unborn Oracle.]

A new seed of memory pulsed in Auren's palm.

And above… the sixth Watcher opened its eye.

Chapter 11 – The Cult of Hollow Light