In a future beyond futures—where countless worlds orbit the ruins of old creation—legends speak of a war so vast, it left scars on time itself.

They call it the Era of the Above Alls: beings born from the Source of All Things, who ruled reality and reshaped existence in a clash of unimaginable power. That war ended in silence. But the silence never lasted.

Now, in the endless sprawl of a reborn cosmos, a boy with no name awakens.

He bears no lineage, no past, no purpose—yet the world around him shifts when he dreams.

In the highest realm of celestial kingdoms, tales of the ancient clash are told as myth. But something is stirring. Old laws are fracturing. Forgotten powers are whispering. And in the shadows of gods, watchers, and sovereigns, an unknown presence begins to rise.

Some call him a mistake.
Others, a prophecy.
None understand what he truly is.

But all will remember the name that has not yet been written...

In every universe, in all planes—from the mortal realms to the silent dominions of the Sovereign Primordials—the curtain of light cast by Vatae burned through the skies.


In the Emerald Universe, the Spirit Races gathered, whispering.


 "He rose on his own. Without divine right."


In the Obsidian Realms, fallen gods cheered.


In the Chrono Temple of Aeons, time prophets wept.


"This battle was never meant to be seen… Vatae has disturbed the path."


And in the deepest planes of Samsaric Hell, chained immortals cried out—


"Let the chains break! May Anu burn the Thrones!"


Meanwhile, Sul, Cal, and Moac barely stood.


Their bodies were broken, their divine energies in tatters.


Cal stared at the light across the planes, seeing mortals arguing, gods choosing sides, chaos spreading like wildfire.


Sul's voice trembled. "He's rewriting belief."


Moac looked up. "And belief… shapes law."


In the Hall of Eternal Eyes, Eon whispered, stunned:


"If mortals begin to believe Anu is superior, the balance of cosmic law will shift in his favor."


Seu, trembling with nirvanic fire, added:


"And if the core laws of creation bend to belief… he may ascend beyond even the First Crown."


Vatae, amused, finally stepped forward in the Hall.


Even Esteemed Pikra, the golden Buddha of Foresight, stood to his feet in reverent terror.


Vatae turned his head slightly, the galaxy-like orb around him pulsing with eerie sentience.


Then came his voice—calm, quiet, and utterly final:


 "I am the Observer before observation existed.


Before time ticked, before chaos birthed form, I was.


Not created. Not born. Simply… awakened."


Eon whispered, horrified: "That means…"


Older than the first flicker of will that birthed the Ancestral Creator of All.


I am not a child of the Source. I am its reflection."


Chapter 13 - Chapter 11: The World’s Choice