Book 2: Sovereign Beyond Cycles
Title: Eternal Origin – The Unbound Realms
Prologue – A New Dawn Without Strings
The day the Rift closed forever, the sky over Elyndor did not merely brighten—it changed.
For the first time in 1,247 recorded cycles, no heavenly mechanism watched from above. No invisible threads pulled at souls. No tribulation clouds gathered to test the strong or devour the promising. The laws of heaven and earth became… negotiable.
Mortals felt it first as inexplicable peace. Beasts stopped rampaging without reason. Ancient arrays that had demanded constant spirit stone tribute suddenly stabilized on ambient qi alone. Children born that day opened their eyes with faint origin light flecks—marking them as the first generation free of predestined fate.
Elaric Sylvaine stood at the former Rift site—now a perfectly circular meadow of silver-white grass that glowed softly under moonlight. The air smelled of fresh creation rather than void rot. Zephyr soared lazy circles overhead, wings trailing harmless origin sparks. Nyxara lay beside him, horn resting on crossed forelegs, her judgment flames now soft golden-white instead of devouring black.
Elowen approached from the command citadel path, royal robes traded for simple traveler's silks the color of dawn. No guards. No ceremony. Just her.
She stopped beside him.
"It's really gone," she said quietly. "The Cycle. The architect. All of it."
Elaric nodded once.
"Aetherion Prime is unmade. The trapped souls of the previous 1,246 Void Children have been released into the primordial chaos to find their own paths. The heavens no longer iterate. They… wait."
Elowen tilted her head.
"Wait for what?"
"For someone to ask the next question." He turned to her. "What comes after absolute freedom?"
She smiled—small, knowing.
"A wedding, perhaps. And then… whatever we decide comes next."
He offered his hand.
She took it.
The northern continent celebrated for a full lunar month. But Elaric and Elowen slipped away on the third night—destination unknown even to the royal court.
Book 2 begins.
Chapter 1: Freed Lands – First Steps into the Uncharted
They emerged from a self-created spatial gate onto the western shore of the Ebonsea Expanse—a vast, mist-shrouded ocean that had been forbidden territory for millennia. Ancient maps marked it only as "Here Be Devoured."
Now the mist parted at Elaric's approach, revealing black-sand beaches, floating jade islands suspended by natural origin currents, and distant silhouettes of structures that defied geometry.
Elowen inhaled sharply.
"These were sealed by the Cycle. Entire continents, pocket realms, lost bloodlines—locked away so no Sovereign could reach them and threaten the iteration."
Elaric extended his Origin Omnipresence passively.
His awareness expanded—not merely sight, but presence. He existed simultaneously on the beach, atop the nearest jade island, inside a ruined pagoda half-submerged in the sea, and even in the distant shadow of a colossal sunken statue whose eyes suddenly opened.
New Passive Discovered: Omnipresent Echo
Every place his will touches gains a faint copy of his domain—self-sustaining, growing slowly.
He withdrew the awareness to normal range.
"These lands are waking up," he said. "And they're not all happy about it."
As if in answer, the sea boiled.
A leviathan rose—not a beast, but a living fragment of an old Dao. Towering serpentine body of liquid starlight and crushed nebulae, eyes like twin dying suns.
Name: Lumorael – Remnant Dao of the Drowned Cosmos
Realm: Fragmented Apotheosis (equivalent to late Void Refinement)
Intent: Protect sealed knowledge / Devour any who would unseal it
It spoke in overlapping voices—male, female, child, ancient.
"You severed the Cycle. You have no right to these depths."
Elaric unfurled Origin Eclipse Wings.
"I have every right. The Cycle is dead. The jailer is gone. These lands belong to whoever claims them now."
Lumorael struck—coiling body becoming a whip of collapsing spacetime.
Elaric did not dodge.
Origin Rewrite – Localized
He imposed a single law on the ten-kilometer radius:
"Motion requires permission."
The leviathan froze mid-strike—every droplet, every ripple, every heartbeat of its remnant core locked in stasis.
Elowen raised a brow.
"That's new."
"Apotheosis perks," he replied dryly.
He walked forward—boots leaving glowing footprints on frozen water.
Reached the leviathan's core—a pulsing star-heart the size of a house.
Dao Fragment Detected – Drowned Cosmos
Absorb? (Y/N)
Yes.
The star collapsed inward—becoming a single mote of liquid night that sank into his palm.
New Dao Fragment Acquired: Drowned Cosmos
Effect: Grants affinity for spatial & void manipulation at cosmic scale. Passive: All spatial techniques gain infinite range within line-of-sight (limited by comprehension).
Synergy with One With Origin: Spatial omnipresence unlocked—teleport anywhere within personal domain without cooldown.
Lumorael dissolved—not destroyed, but released. Its final voice whispered gratitude before fading.
The jade islands drifted closer, as though bowing.
Elowen stepped beside him.
"Where to first?"
Elaric pointed to the largest floating structure—a crystalline library half-submerged, pages of light drifting from broken windows.
"The archive of sealed knowledge. If there are answers about what lies beyond even the Cycle… they'll be there."
They stepped onto the nearest jade bridge.
Behind them, the black-sand beach sprouted silver-white grass—first sign of a new domain taking root.
Chapter 2: Grand Wedding – Hidden Remnants Stir
One year later – Sylvaine Citadel (rebuilt into Origin Citadel)
The wedding was not held in the capital.
Elaric refused the spectacle.
Instead, the entire northern continent was invited to witness the ceremony atop the highest spire of the new citadel—a tower grown overnight by Cosmic Creation Sovereign, its walls woven from living origin light and storm clouds.
Elowen wore a gown of moonlight silk threaded with starfire—her hidden Moonlit Warden bloodline now fully unsealed and purified. No crown. Only a simple circlet of the same origin light that crowned Elaric.
The vows were simple.
"I choose you," he said, "not because fate demands it, but because I see you clearly—every strength, every secret, every light you carry."
"I choose you," she answered, "not as guardian or observer, but as partner. Through storm, through void, through whatever comes after freedom."
When they kissed, the entire citadel resonated—every array, every soldier, every citizen felt a pulse of absolute harmony.
The feast lasted three days.
But on the second night, hidden threats stirred.
In the southern continent—lands long considered "civilized" but quietly resentful of northern dominance—a cabal of old Dao remnants gathered.
They called themselves The Remnant Conclave.
Former fragments of devoured Sovereigns, parasitic Daos that had survived by hiding in bloodlines and secret sects. The Cycle's death had severed their food source. Now they starved.
Their leader—a spectral woman whose face constantly shifted between a dozen stolen identities—spoke in a chamber lit by dying stars.
"The new Sovereign severed the Cycle. He grows fat on freedom while we fade. But freedom has a price: vulnerability. No heavenly mechanism protects him now."
She raised a black crystal.
"Awaken the Oblivion Seed buried in the southern ley lines. Let it bloom. Let it consume his precious new world."
The crystal pulsed once—then shattered.
Deep beneath the southern plains, something ancient and hungry began to stir.
Chapter 3: Sixth Class Selection – Beyond Apotheosis
Back in the Ebonsea Expanse—three months after the wedding.
Elaric and Elowen stood inside the crystalline library.
Floating pages of light swirled around them—records of worlds before Elyndor, of Sovereigns who almost broke the Cycle, of Daos so alien they had no names in mortal tongues.
Elaric absorbed one page.
Level Up: Level 22 → Level 25 (accelerated by library resonance)
Apotheosis Tree – Sixth Selection
No wheel this time.
A single star descended—brighter than any previous.
Transcendent Apex → Singularity Sovereign
Description: The class beyond classes. Host becomes the singularity point from which all possible Daos, systems, and realities may emerge—or be unmade.
Passive: Singularity Core – All previous powers fuse into a single, indivisible core. Growth no longer measured in levels, but in Origin Depth (current: 1.0 → infinite potential).
Active: Singularity Event – Once per epoch, collapse local reality into a singularity and rebirth it according to host's will.
Synergy with All Previous: Omnipresence becomes Omniscience-lite—host may perceive any event occurring within any domain seeded by his origin light.
Elaric accepted.
The library trembled.
Every floating page bowed—then merged into his core.
Elowen watched in awe.
"You're… becoming the next Cycle."
He shook his head.
"No. I'm becoming the question the Cycle was always afraid to ask."
He looked outward—toward the southern continent.
A faint black pulse answered from afar.
Oblivion Seed awakening.
Elaric smiled—cold, certain.
"Let it come."
The honeymoon was over.
A new threat rose—not from heaven, but from the remnants of everything the Cycle had ever devoured.
The Sovereign and his consort would meet it.
Together.
End of Chapter 13 – Book 2 Opening Arc
The Ebonsea Expanse yields secrets. The wedding seals an unbreakable bond. The southern Oblivion Seed begins to bloom. Singularity Sovereign awakens.