Chapter 2: "The Birth of the First Realm"
Light and shadow folded around him like the breath of creation.
Erevan floated above an endless horizon of nothing — a sea of stars unborn. His heartbeat echoed across the void, and each pulse sent ripples through reality itself.
> BOOM.
The sound wasn't heard — it was felt.
The birth of power.
Fragments of concepts — fire, stone, wind, memory — spun around him like shards of language from an ancient god's dream.
> "So this is… power beyond the human," Erevan whispered. "Then I'll use it to create something that deserves to exist."
He raised his hand, and the void obeyed.
A circle of gold light bloomed from his palm — half radiant, half shadowed. It expanded outward, carving order into chaos.
> [Creation Protocol Initiated: Realm 001 – Elysion Divide]
The light formed half of the realm — a continent of crystal oceans and golden storms. The other half twisted with voidlight — black rivers, obsidian mountains, stars that burned blue instead of yellow.
Between them stood a single platform — his throne.
> "Perfect balance," Erevan murmured. "Light to represent what should be… shadow for what must not. Together, they make truth."
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But then, something stirred.
The void hissed — a distortion, a voice older than reality itself.
> "You dare shape a realm… without the permission of the Celestial Pantheon?"
The sky cracked. From the breach descended a being wrapped in white chains — its face hidden behind a porcelain mask etched with runes of judgement.
> "You are not registered among the divinities. You are a glitch. Return to nothing."
Erevan's calm eyes glowed — golden flame in one, black lightning in the other.
> "No."
He raised his hand. The being froze mid-sentence.
"I am Overheaven. There is no registry for what stands beyond."
The god tried to move — but Erevan's will crushed time around him.
Reality trembled, and the chains disintegrated into motes of divine dust.
> "If the heavens can't comprehend me…" Erevan said, "then I'll build my own."
The void answered with silence — the kind that worships.
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And so, the first divine being was erased.
And the First Realm — the Elysion Divide — awakened, crowned by its new ruler.
A golden storm rose behind him, and lightning coiled like serpents around his throne.
Erevan sat, eyes closed, power humming beneath his skin.
> "From this moment," he whispered,
"I will overwrite creation itself."