(Arc 1: The Heaven's Cry)
-The First Descent of the Eye
The world was quiet.
Too quiet.
After the storm bowed before the child, the wind itself refused to move without his will.
The mortals called it a miracle.
The gods called it something else—
An aberration.
Far above, in the endless vault of light where divine law was written, the Hall of Aether shook.
A thousand gods gathered beneath the blinding throne of the Silent One—the god who had not spoken since creation itself.
And before them… floated The Eye.
A sphere of molten light.
Its surface carved with spirals that matched the faint mark on Vaen's brow.
When it opened, the heavens dimmed.
"The anomaly has awoken," a trembling lesser god whispered.
"He silenced the storm itself."
The Eye pulsed once.
The sound of that pulse tore through every divine ear like thunder.
"Then," it said, its voice like molten law,
"Send It down."
The Descent
The skies split.
Clouds peeled back as if torn apart by invisible fingers.
A figure descended, wrapped in mirrored silver, faceless and voiceless.
In its hand—a staff glowing with ancient runes that whispered across eternity.
Every step it took erased sound.
Birds turned to dust mid-flight.
The world held its breath as The Enforcer of the Eye arrived.
In the mortal realm, Vaen stood alone upon a ridge of blackened earth.
The serpent coiled behind him, its body vast enough to drown mountains in shadow.
He didn't move.
He didn't need to.
"So," he murmured, his tone faintly amused.
"They finally send their reflection."
The Enforcer raised its staff.
Runes burned brighter than sunlight.
The air cracked open.
The Clash
There was no sound.
Only stillness.
A stillness so absolute, even thought hesitated.
The first strike came not with noise—but with silence.
Reality inverted.
Mountains turned into hollow silhouettes.
The river stopped mid-flow.
The Enforcer's power sliced existence into mirrored planes—each one reflecting a possible version of the world.
Vaen stepped forward once, and all those mirrors shattered.
Fragments of reality hung around him like glass dust.
In each shard—
A reflection of him.
Some alive.
Some dead.
Some... never born at all.
He stared into them, expression calm.
"So this is what you fear," he said softly.
"Possibility."
The serpent roared.
Its body coiled like thunder.
But the Enforcer swung its staff—
and the serpent froze mid-motion, sealed in a cage of golden light.
The Enforcer moved again—
Time bent backward.
The moment rewound.
The world folded into itself.
And yet—Vaen remained unchanged.
"You cannot destroy what exists outside your law," he said quietly.
"Because your law began with me."
The Enforcer hesitated.
The cracks on its mirrored armor deepened.
For the first time since its creation—it feared.
Vaen raised his eyes.
"You remember me, don't you?"
He took one step.
The world shattered again.
The Enforcer fell to its knees as every reflection screamed in unison.
It saw within Vaen not a child—
but the Origin the gods had buried.
The truth they swore never to speak.
The Eye Screams
Far above, the Hall of Aether convulsed.
The Eye's glow split into a thousand fractures.
The gods covered their faces, unable to bear the light.
"Impossible!" the Eye thundered.
"His essence was scattered! He cannot exist!"
Below, Vaen raised his hand.
The storm that had slept since his birth began to tremble again, waiting for his command.
"I am not reborn," he said softly.
"I am remembering."
He clenched his fist.
The Enforcer's form burst into divine dust—
light devoured by silence.
The storm calmed.
The sky dimmed.
And the world—
remembered fear.
The Gods Tremble
Back in the Hall of Aether, silence reigned.
Even the oldest gods dared not speak.
The Eye flickered, weakened.
One god finally whispered,
"If he continues to awaken... creation itself will remember what it tried to forget."
The Eye pulsed weakly.
"Then we must erase the world that remembers him."
"Prepare the Pantheon of Blades."
The Mortal Who Remembered
In the quiet valley below, Vaen stood beside the resting serpent.
The night was still.
Too still.
"They've begun to move," he murmured.
The serpent's massive eye opened.
"Will you stop them, my lord?"
Vaen looked up.
Stars trembled at his gaze.
"No," he said calmly.
"Let them come."
Lightning traced his silhouette against the dark sky.
"The gods need to remember who created their fear."
And with that, the night fell completely silent.