The silence of the Aethelgard desert was a physical weight, pressing down on the blood-slicked deck of the Al-Staria.
The twin purple suns, Sol and Lumis, hung low in the bruised sky, their distorted light casting long, jagged shadows across the white ironwood planks.Kaelen pressed his forehead flat against the wood, right into a cooling pool of the captain’s blood.
His fingers clawed at the splinters until his knuckles went white and bled.
He was waiting for the world to end.
He was waiting for the pale, starlight-shrouded youth standing before him to lift a finger and delete him from existence, just as he had deleted the four-armed Demon Lord.”P-Please…” Kaelen’s voice was a ragged, pathetic gasp, muffled by the deck.
“Mercy… Sovereign… mercy…”
His mind was fracturing.
The fragile sanity of a mortal soul could not process the absolute nothingness it had just witnessed.
The concept of Sovereign Void was a poison to Kaelen’s thoughts, eating away at his logic, threatening to turn him into a mindless, drooling husk from sheer psychological terror.Sargon looked down at the shivering mercenary.
In his dull, seventeen-year-old mortal life, this man had been a towering tormentor, a guard who used earth magic to bruise his ribs and mock his lack of soul.
Yet now, Sargon felt absolutely nothing.
No hatred.
No desire for vengeance.
To a Primordial Consciousness, the cruelty of a mortal was as insignificant as the shifting of a single grain of sand.He is breaking, Sargon noted inwardly.
[Notice: Bounded soul ‘Kaelen’ is experiencing catastrophic ego-collapse due to proximity to the Void law.][Suggestion: Deploy ‘Ruler of Authority’ to stabilize the target’s cognitive matrix.]Sargon didn’t need to speak a complex incantation.
He simply willed his presence to shift.[Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority] pulsed silently within his chest.
It did not manifest as a violent blast of mana, but as an invisible, undeniable wave of supreme command.
Sargon’s consciousness reached out and physically grabbed Kaelen’s chaotic, fracturing soul, forcibly locking it into place.”Calm,” Sargon commanded softly.
The single word slammed into Kaelen’s mind like a cooling, solidifying wave of ice.
Instantly, the frantic, screaming terror in his thoughts was violently silenced.
His hyperventilating stopped.
His trembling hands stilled against the deck.
The absolute law of Sargon’s voice had overwritten Kaelen’s own nervous system and free will, forcing his mind to become completely, artificially serene.Slowly, Kaelen lifted his head.
His eyes were wide, vacant, and glazed over with a deep, unbreakable sense of absolute submission.
The fear was gone, replaced by a magnetic, terrifying urge to serve.”Stand,” Sargon ordered, his voice echoing with the ancient majesty of a king who had ruled before time itself.
“Take the helm. We sail southwest, three hundred miles. There is a dormant anchor waiting for me in the deep sands.”
“Yes… My Lord,” Kaelen whispered.
He dragged his bruised body off the deck, his movements mechanical, his gaze locked strictly on the floor as he scrambled up the steps to the elevated steering wheel of the sand-ship.As the levitation runes beneath the Al-Staria hummed to life, vibrating with a strand of Sargon’s leaked cosmic energy, a violent shudder rippled through the higher dimensions.Far beyond the atmosphere of Aethelgard, past the starry boundaries of the local galaxy, lay the true expanse of the universe: the Ether Sea.
It was a boundless, rolling ocean of absolute infinity, where liquid starlight flowed between floating multiverses, alternate timelines, and divine realms.
Deep within the darkest, most desolate trenches of this cosmic sea, an ancient realm shaped like a colossal, rotting obsidian fortress drifted in the eternal dark.This was the Abyss of Ruin.At the center of the fortress, sitting upon a throne forged from the calcified skulls of forgotten Mythological Gods, a monolithic entity stirred.Abaddon, the Primordial Lord of Absolute Destruction.He had sat motionless for ten billion years, a self-awakened Consciousness that existed entirely outside the laws of the universe.
The 6 Primordial Gods had recognized his terrifying birth at the dawn of creation, and the Tyrant God of Calamity had granted him his most lethal blessing.
Suddenly, Abaddon’s featureless, armored helmet tilted upward.A sudden, violent tremor had just rippled through the Ether Sea.
It was incredibly faint, a mere whisper across the infinite multiverse, but to a self-created Consciousness, it was as loud as a dying star.
A specific patch of reality within a backwater realm named Aethelgard had just been permanently, flawlessly deleted from the timeline.Abaddon slowly parted his jaws, revealing an interior composed of a raging, apocalyptic crimson star.
A low, thunderous rumble vibrated through the obsidian fortress, causing millions of transcendent lesser demons to fall to their knees in terror.He was smiling.
“The seal…” Abaddon’s voice was a cataclysmic shockwave that shattered several nearby floating asteroid rifts.
“The child of the Dawn and the End… has opened his eyes. The Mother’s bloodline has finally awakened.”The twin crimson stars within Abaddon’s eyes flared with a predatory, expectant light.
The long, stagnant peace of the cosmic sea was over.
The True Sovereign had returned to claim his throne, and the Dark Trinity finally had a worthy target to destroy.Back on the deck of the Al-Staria, Sargon abruptly turned his gaze toward the sky.The spinning galaxies within his pitch-black pupils narrowed.
For a split second, he had felt it—a massive, impossibly heavy gaze piercing through the dimensions from the deepest corners of the Ether Sea.
It was a consciousness that felt entirely familiar, yet dripping with a terrifying concept of absolute, unyielding ruin.
Abaddon, Sargon thought, his Primordial Consciousness instinctively recognizing the signature of the self-awakened Demon Lord.
So, my birth has already alerted my father’s inner circle.Before Sargon could analyze the sensation further, the purple clouds directly above the sand-ship began to churn violently.The dark, bruised sky split open once more, but this time, it was not the corrupt, black lightning of the Calamity Cult.
A blinding, searing beam of pure, holy white light cut through the atmosphere, striking the desert sands just fifty yards ahead of the moving ship.The heat of the light was so intense that the golden dunes instantly melted into smooth, glittering glass.
“Lord Sargon!” Kaelen cried out from the helm, his artificially calmed mind struggling against the sudden, blinding glare.
“A celestial descent!
The sky…
the sky is burning!”From the column of holy light, a massive, booming voice resonated across the desert, carrying a self-righteous aura that demanded the immediate submission of all mortal flesh.”An absolute fracture in the reality matrix has been detected at these coordinates,” the voice thundered, radiating the absolute law of the Zenith Heaven.
“A Lesser Demon Lord and a vanguard of Calamity have vanished from the cosmic ledger without a trace. Mortals of the lower realm, state your transgressions before the light judges your souls!”
As the blinding pillar of light began to fade, a towering figure clad in immaculate, silver-gilded plate armor materialized in the desert.
From his back grew four massive, shimmering wings composed of pure, crystallized elemental light.
In his right hand, he held a heavy, two-handed greatsword that hummed with the absolute authority of the Three Heavens’ laws.An Ascended Justiciar.
An elite angel sent by the judges of the Zenith Heaven to purge anomalies.The angel’s glowing golden eyes swept across the blood-stained deck of the Al-Staria, skipping past the corpses of the guards, ignoring the trembling Kaelen, and locking directly onto the tattered, pale youth standing at the bow.
“You…” the angel hissed, his holy aura flaring with sudden, intense hostility.
“Your vessel has no soul signature. You are an illegal entity. By the decree of the Zenith Heaven, you shall be purged from the Prime Realm!”The angel lifted his greatsword, a blinding wave of holy, soul-searing fire erupting from the steel blade, ready to incinerate the ship.Sargon stood at the edge of the bow, his silk rags fluttering in the divine gale.
He looked down at the four-winged celestial being with a gaze so cold it could freeze a star.”A mere construct of my mother’s laws,” Sargon whispered, his hand slowly rising as the Sovereign Void sparked at his fingertips.
“Thinks he can judge the creator.”
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