Within the Citadel's throne chamber, Lucien sat alone. The dark crystal of the seat hummed with a low resonance that carried across the entire realm. No torches, no fire, no sun or moon were needed here — the Primordial Void lit itself through thought and intent.
With a flick of his hand, the familiar black interface unfolded in the air before him. For years it had been both guide and record, a silent mirror of what he had become. Yet now it was different — infused with the root of the World Tree, sharpened by inevitability itself.
The system shimmered once, then stabilized. Lines of text unfolded like the first words of a new scripture.
[Lucien Dreamveil – Sole Exception]
Race: Revenant of the White → Transcendent Vessel of the Primordial Void Level: ∞ (No measurable boundary) HP: Irrelevant – All damage negated by Primordial Core MP: Boundless – Direct conduit of the Void and Ydris Solmare Status: Absolute; the laws apply from him, not to him.
Titles:
The Sole Exception
Son of the White
Conqueror of Dimensions
Inevitability Incarnate
Owner of the Primordial Void (New)
Abilities
Causality Overwrite: Can alter or sever cause-and-effect across all levels of existence.
Temporal Dominion: Stop, accelerate, rewind, or fracture time without limitation.
Spatial Ascendancy: Entirety of dimensions fall under his architecture.
Entropy & Order Balance: Can accelerate decay or enforce eternal stasis.
Meta-Existence: Exists simultaneously across conceptual, narrative, and metaphysical layers.
Primordial Authority: Any being not recognized by Lucien is rejected from the Void itself.
Evolution Forms:
White Equinox – Perfect harmony of Void and Tree energies.
Midnight Solstice – Collapsing entropy, the form of inevitable end.
Eclipse Singularity – The form where Lucien is both origin and finality.
Lucien's crimson eyes lingered on the new line of text pulsing faintly in the center:
Owner of the Primordial Void.
It wasn't just a title. It was a truth. It meant no god, no chaosborn, no mirrored wraith could ever stake claim here. This place — where existence was negotiated into being — was his.
The interface faded as he leaned back, fingers resting against the throne's arm. The weight of infinity did not crush him. It bowed.
But his thoughts drifted, inevitably, away from dominance. Away from thrones, dragons, and serpents.
Selene's laugh returned to him — the quiet one, when she tried to hide her smile behind her hand. Arios, awkward and stubborn, already pushing himself to shoulder burdens too heavy for his age. And the child he had yet to meet — the girl Selene now carried.
A flicker of warmth crossed his features. Strange, how even as he became the arbiter of existence itself, his heart was tied to a small family in Aetherion.
"Absolute," he murmured, voice low, echoing through the chamber. "Yet still tethered to them. My inevitability is theirs, too."
For the first time since touching the World Tree, Lucien closed his eyes. Not to rest. He did not need that anymore. But to remember why omnipotence mattered at all.