Chapter 1: Echoes of Power
Written by Scrappy
The arena stood as a colossal monument to power, echoing with the roars of generations who had once shaped the fate of the universe within its walls. Known as the Crucible of Stars, it floated in the Astral Dominion—an isolated celestial realm where gravity bowed to authority and the air shimmered with mana thicker than liquid crystal. A place reserved only for beings who surpassed mortal limits.
Today, the Crucible prepared to host not a battle, but an awakening.
Kaien Azaryth Vordrakar, Crown Prince of the Eternal Dominion, stood at the center. Short black hair swayed gently as his crimson eyes pierced the horizon. His aura—an obsidian mist laced with purple Voidflame—curled around him like a living storm. He was no ordinary prince—he was the heir of House Vordrakar, the ancient bloodline of Voidflame. Legends whispered that his ancestors once incinerated stars as punishment.
Across from him stood a figure whose presence rippled the very fabric of reality—
Olivia Seraphyne Vaeloria, Princess of the Celestial Throne and wielder of the Starcore Bloom. Her silver hair, glowing faintly with stardust, floated as if underwater. Her eyes blazed sapphire, and every step she took bled divine radiance.
Yet today, neither were here to fight.
They were young. They were awakening.
This was no duel.
This was destiny drawing breath.
But the moment their gazes locked, something shifted.
Their auras surged—Kaien's Voidflame clashed with Olivia's celestial bloom. The arena trembled. Winds howled, tearing stone from the walls. Spectators screamed, shielded by protective wards that cracked under the pressure.
High above, watching in silence, stood Eon Thalor.
Known only to the High Council as one of the Seven—beings above SSS rank—Eon wore no crown, no armor. He needed none. Draped in a simple gray robe etched with symbols older than time, his golden eyes watched calmly. He had sensed it long before the others—the moment Kaien and Olivia would awaken.
Even before the clash began, Eon had placed a silent, invisible barrier around the arena.
Not his strongest—just a basic ward, the kind that could withstand a planetary explosion.
But this time, it wasn't enough.
Because Kaien and Olivia were not meant to be measured.
The earth cracked. The sky above the arena shimmered into glass. The world bent under their pressure.
Only the highest-ranking nobles—S-Class Dukes and Archmages—understood what was happening. The rest were simply awed by the shaking, unaware that reality was seconds from shattering.
Eon moved.
With a gesture, he cast another veil, sending waves of mana to halt the collision.
"Enough."
His voice was calm—but it echoed across dimensions.
Kaien's eyes narrowed. Olivia's radiance dimmed.
The clash ceased—but tension lingered.
Not of hate.
Of understanding.
They realized something that day:
Their powers amplified one another.
Together, they were a cosmic catastrophe.
Afterward, Eon escorted the crowd to safety.
When asked by the Council why he stopped the event, he said nothing—only smiled grimly.
Then, before a select few elders, he lowered his veil.
The barrier vanished.
The arena—once grand—was instantly reduced to dust.
Not rubble.
Not ruin.
Dust.
From that day forward, the galaxy knew:
Two stars had been born.
And one god had blinked.
And somewhere, in a far-off temple lost to time, the name "Rahul" stirred ancient runes to life…