Chapter 121: The Descent of the Starborne Sovereign
The stars were not as silent as they seemed.
Above the realm of mortal comprehension, where constellations moved with thought and nebulas pulsed like beating hearts, a presence stirred—one not bound by time, divinity, or realm. He had watched the multiverse churn, collapse, and remake itself countless times. He was the Sovereign whom even cosmic dragons feared, whose slumber dictated the rhythm of distant galaxies.
His name had not been spoken in epochs. Not out of fear—but reverence. Eshkarion, the Starborne Sovereign.
And he had awoken.
The Rip in Reality
Kael stood at the edge of the Voidmarsh Expanse, where reality had begun to thin. The skies trembled above, bleeding strange colors into the atmosphere—violet rivers of light, echoing with the forgotten language of the Firmament. Elenai hovered beside him, her wings folded back, her gaze uneasy.
"The threads of the Realms are unraveling," she said quietly. "Something ancient… is clawing its way back into existence."
Kael didn't answer immediately. His eyes had shifted into their Authority Sight, the gold-white rings spinning rapidly as he scanned the threads of cause, consequence, and presence. And what he saw shook even him.
"A presence older than the Divine War… older than the First Cycle…"
He paused.
"…is descending."
Suddenly, the skies tore open.
Like a mirror shattered by divine force, the heavens cracked, and from it descended a throne of stardust and voidsteel—held aloft by serpents of light and time. Upon it sat a man cloaked in swirling galaxies, his face obscured by a crown of dying suns.
Eshkarion had arrived.
The Authority of the Forgotten
Every Authority Ranker within ten realms collapsed to their knees. It wasn't fear. It was primordial reverence, coded deep into the very strands of the World Law. Even the Authority of Time paused. The Authority of Death went still. And the Authority of Creation... wept.
Kael alone remained standing.
Eshkarion opened his mouth, and his voice wasn't sound—it was gravity and song. Stars flared with every syllable.
"You, Child of the Echoed Throne… have rewritten too much."
Kael's jaw tightened. "I rewrote what needed to be rewritten. Balance was broken. I restored it."
Eshkarion's eyes, glowing twin novas, narrowed slightly.
"You restored nothing. You unshackled chaos. You birthed anomalies."
And then the Sovereign stood.
His presence compressed space around him. Entire galaxies outside the universe flickered. He stepped forward—not down, but through dimensions. Reality screamed.
Kael summoned the Core of Mythos, drawing the combined power of all the Authority Ranks he had earned—Death, Time, Fate, Memory, Reality, Void, and Energy. The halo of Authority spun behind him like a sun of blades.
"I'm not kneeling," Kael growled. "I came this far to break what needed to be broken. If you think I'm going to let you put the chains back—"
"Then face Oblivion," Eshkarion replied, voice like a collapsing star.
Duel of the Supreme Beings
The first clash was not seen. It was felt across all Realms. Mortals dreamt of the collision, even if they lacked the senses to witness it. Mountains turned to dust. Concepts began fraying.
Kael's fist, imbued with Mythic Origin Flame, met Eshkarion's palm—an entity of ancient entropy. The shockwave shattered a dozen minor dimensions.
Elenai channeled the Song of Echoes, singing from the edge of time to stabilize the Realms. Zeraphin, from the Eternal Gates, drew upon the Chrono-Quill, writing counter-laws into the very Code of the Multiverse to delay the unraveling.
But Eshkarion was relentless.
He conjured Spectral Suns that collapsed into quantum singularities, hurling them like pebbles.
Kael dodged, then countered with a Fatebreak Spear, formed from the entropy of fallen destinies.
Back and forth, blow for blow, the fabric of existence warped around their battle. Law became theory. Theory became myth. And myth became power.
The Fractured Choice
As they fought, Kael began to see it.
Eshkarion wasn't just a Sovereign of Power. He was a custodian of convergence. He hadn't come to destroy—but to reset.
"You're not fighting to win," Kael murmured, panting. "You're fighting to delay."
Eshkarion, bleeding starfire from a gash on his neck, simply nodded.
"The Nexus will collapse soon. The Realms cannot survive another anomaly like you."
Kael turned to the sky, now boiling with paradoxes. Worlds bleeding into each other. Timelines snapping like taut strings.
He had a choice.
Let the Sovereign erase the rewritten truth. Or…
Break the entire cycle. Again. Forever.
Kael lowered his weapons.
"I'll rewrite reality—one final time."
He drew on the forbidden fragment: the Quintessence of Origin, hidden within his soul. A piece that not even the Sovereign could touch.
Elenai screamed for him to stop.
Zeraphin dropped the Chrono-Quill in horror.
But Kael smiled, and whispered—
"This time, the story is mine."
The New Law
As Kael channeled the Quintessence, he became a blinding figure—the Prime Originator, no longer bound by Authority Ranks. No longer bound by time or fate.
Reality tore apart and began to restructure itself around his will.
Eshkarion watched in silence, then slowly bowed his head.
"Then I yield. Write your end, Rewrite King."
Kael's voice echoed, powerful yet human.
"No end. Only the true beginning."
Epilogue: A New Star Rises
In a newly woven cosmos, stars shimmered differently.
The Realms remained—but now held Kael's signature. Time flowed not in a line, but in cycles. Authority Ranks still existed, but a new one emerged:
The Origin Rank.
Above all, the tale continued. And Kael?
He stood not as king, not as god, but as the one who rewrote everything—and still remained human.
The Starborne Sovereign vanished into legend once more.
But the tale… was far from over.