A/N: Please make sure to give power stones if you liked the story thus far. I am planning to keep the story 100% free. Support will encourage me to continue the story. I mean, what's the point of writing a story if people don't like it? So, if you can, then make sure to give me some support.
And if there are any mistakes, feel free to tell me. I will quickly solve the errors. Thanks in advance.
Also, this might be the last chapter for now. My final exam starts next month and will end in August.
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In the heart of the Warden's world, where broken laws stitched reality together with brittle threads, a rift—once small and forgotten—tore open.
From it, a pillar of energy erupted, cascading into the sky in a kaleidoscope of shifting colors. It wasn't beautiful. It was primordial—a force so ancient, so unrefined, it defied perception. Older than time. Older than the stars.
A single pulse followed.
Then the shockwave hit.
It surged outward like a scream across existence, tearing through the Warden's domain. Laws—fundamental and divine—shattered on contact, crumbling like brittle bones. Magic evaporated. Matter twisted. Names and meanings bled from memory.
All that once held structure unraveled.
Rifts tore across the sky—splinters of space itself. Some lands vanished mid-breath, falling into the endless maw of the chaotic void. Whatever slipped into those fractures didn't fall. It simply ceased. Erased without scream, without trace.
Above it all, the pillar continued to expand—writhing, roaring, devouring.
And then—
Oblivion.
The domain didn't explode in flame or fire. It collapsed inward, devoured by its own dying truths. This was not destruction by war, nor power.This was the unmaking of a world.
An explosion not of matter, but of Law undone—the final scream of a realm that once bent the rules of reality, now silenced forever.
And in that final second, as the light swallowed all...
The Law Maker vanished. Along with the domain of the Warden
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Somewhere on an unknown planet, in a dense forest, beneath a cascading waterfall...
A faint ripple broke the surface of a still, forgotten pool, disturbing the perfect silence.
Beneath it, a figure stirred—motionless for an unknowable time—until breath returned to his lungs, and with it, pain. His body convulsed once, twice, and then, slowly, he pushed himself up from the water's depths.
His soaked form emerged from the shallows, stumbling onto moss-covered stones beneath a cascading waterfall. The sky above shimmered in gentle hues of orange and violet—twilight, or perhaps dawn. He couldn't tell.
His head throbbed with weightless pressure, like the echo of too many voices fading into one.
He sat on a rock, gazing up at the falling water.
After a long, steadying breath, he whispered, "I'm... me again."
He sat in silence for a long time while letting his clothes dry in the gentle breeze. Then, almost to himself, he muttered, "It was strange… being three."
He then leaned forward and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the water. His hair was as he remembered—messy, dark, familiar—but his eyes shimmered unnaturally. A piercing, radiant blue, like condensed sky.
"Huh. My eyes are different."
He stared for a beat longer, then shrugged it off. "Might be a side effect or something."
He turned and walked to a bundle of clothes he'd left out to dry, somehow kept safe from the water. As he dressed, he muttered:
"Now, where am I? ...No, more importantly—what am I?"
He stopped moving.
The question lingered, unanswered.
He stared at the ground. "From what I remember... when I was in that place, I felt like I was living multiple lives at once. Too many. I can't recall them clearly—it was like trying to hold the ocean in a cup."
He then flexed his hand, fingers twitching as he summoned a small sphere of energy—dark blue, pulsing with a quiet, volatile intensity.
He studied it.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw it forward. The sphere expanded mid-air, stretching and flattening until it bloomed into a circular portal—showing the top of the waterfall he stood below.
He walked through it.
On the other side, he emerged with clarity in his eyes. "Now I understand..."
"The ability to manipulate and create laws… it wasn't some mutation or fluke. It was knowledge—knowledge about making and modifying laws—imprinted deep in my soul, to my very core that allowed me to manipulate laws by instinct."
"The only explanation for this I can think of is that that place had something to do with the laws of the universe. If not… then I have no answer."
He frowned. "But that place was pure chaos."
He fell into silence again, brow furrowed.
"Forget it. Thinking about it won't help me now."
His gaze sharpened as he turned his focus inward. He extended his hand, feeling the flow of energy within him.
"As for my Ki... it feels different. More refined. Stronger. Calm... but also chaotic."
To test it, he released a small blast at a boulder in the distance.
The impact was immediate—and violent.
The boulder disintegrated in an instant, the explosion tearing through the cliff behind it and leaving a crater of scorched earth.
His eyes widened. "That was a small blast... but the damage..."
A breath. "I think I'll need to limit my use of Ki until I better understand it."
Then he remembered. "My past selves… they called this energy Primal Energy because they didn't understand it—didn't know what it truly was."
"I still don't understand it… But this is definitely Ki—just evolved. Maybe even something beyond that. Still, I should've realized it sooner."
He paused.
"Being split into three must've changed me more than I thought," he said at last. "They couldn't figure out that it was a form of Ki. My natural Ki."
He looked at his hand again, this time not with confusion, but certainty.
"As for being called the Law Maker... well, I do now possess the knowledge to manipulate and create laws. So... I think it fits me well."
And just as the weight of it began to settle—
He blinked, suddenly pausing.
"Wait."
"What… is my name, again?"
He whispered the words to himself, as though the realization had only just hit him.