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

Unlike the others, it didn't vanish after the revelation.

And then—without warning—it opened its mirror face.

A spiral of light, made entirely of living memory, poured downward and stitched itself into the soil of Auren's realm.

And for the first time… a new race began to bloom.

> [A Forgotten Race Has Reawakened.]

Paradox: They remember Auren before he ever created them.

From the soil rose slender beings wrapped in glowing threads of memory, their forms fluid, eyes wide—not with innocence, but with recognition.

They emerged not like newborns, but like returners.

The first to speak was a woman with no shadow.

She stepped forward and bowed—not in worship, but in intimate familiarity.

> "We greet you, Auren Ixiel," she said, her voice like layers of overlapping songs.

"We remember when you almost created us, and then chose not to… to spare us from sorrow."

> "Yet here we are—born from that very sorrow."

> "We are the Talenari—the Remnants of the Unmade Thought."

"We existed once as potential, discarded. But now that you have accepted every mirror of yourself, the uncreated in you has become real."

> "They weren't born from his will… they were born from his growth."

The Talenari woman stepped forward and placed her hand on Auren's chest.

> "We are not yours to lead. We are yours to balance.

Our presence will challenge every truth you hold… to ensure you do not become a god like those who forgot."

Remembrance Reversal: They recall possible futures and forgotten pasts equally.

Divine Echoes: Can project what a god almost became—and show it to them.

Independent Soul Logic: Cannot be controlled by divine authority. Only resonated with.

> [Warning: A race has manifested from your Unformed Thought.]

They carry no loyalty. They will not obey. But they will protect you from becoming false.

New Title Acquired: God of Reversal.

Auren stood before them, cloak trailing, breath steady.

> "Then speak freely, Talenari. What do you remember of me that I have forgotten?"

The woman smiled—gently, but with truth behind her eyes.

> "You once asked the Creator of All to be erased, just so no one would ever suffer remembering you."

> "Now… you walk forward anyway."

The Talenari knelt—not to submit, but to ground the world around him.

They began building not temples, but mirrors—small, round, made of light and memory.

Each one reflected only possibility.

Auren walked among them, not as a god above… but as a god still becoming.

And far above, the Seventh Watcher's mirror cracked—

Just enough to let the Eighth Eye open.

Chapter 14 – The Race That Remembers You