Echos of The Nameless

Everyone else was blessed but me... Those chosen by fate, destined for greatness—their names etched into history with every conquest, and every victory. The world would remember them. Revere them. Fear them. But I was nothing. A nameless soul. Forgotten before I even existed . Or so they thought. Names are fragile things. Memories are weaker still. No matter how bright they shine, no matter how deeply they carve their legacies into the world. In my hands, all will be forgotten, left only for me to remember. The Abyss Realm devours all. It swallows names, faces, entire existences, reshaping them into something unrecognizable. Those too weak to leave their mark are lost to time, erased without a trace. And me? I was never meant to be remembered. But I refuse to disappear. Even if the world forgets me. Even if the stars themselves blink out before they whisper my name. I will carve my existence into reality itself. I will not be forgotten.