There was no place.
There was no time.
Only a breathing void… the thin line between ruin and nothingness.
At its center stood a stone table that was not truly a table—
but a tomb for a universe that had already died.
Six heavy silhouettes sat around it.
Six titans…
each one a catastrophe walking on two legs.
But despite their power…
the silence among them was terrifying.
Azilrath — King of Ruin
He was the first to speak, his voice cracking like a mountain collapsing:
> Azilrath:
"Lerin… has fallen."
"Fallen to a human."
The word echoed through the void as if reality itself could not comprehend it:
Human… human… human…
Sarin — The Pale Huntress
She tilted her head slowly, her eyes empty of life:
> Sarin (cold whisper):
"Do not say fallen… say shattered."
"I saw the traces of power on her… something concealed a part of her essence."
> "That man… I cannot see him.
Whenever I try to gaze upon him… the void devours my vision."
Her faint smile was more terrifying than blood itself.
Morvath — The Hollow King
A mad laugh burst from him, shaking the shadows:
> Morvath:
"Hahahahaha! Wonderful! Perfect!"
"Little Lerin… defeated?"
He slammed the table, and part of it crumbled into ash.
> Morvath:
"But by a human?!
This is… exquisite… delightful… entertaining!"
Filmira — The Crimson Scar
He spoke softly, as if something whispered to him from another world:
> Filmira:
"Blood… and the scent of a curse."
"The armor that knight wears…
is not crafted by humans…
nor by gods."
A drop of blood on his finger evaporated into black smoke.
Kinryth — The Silent Breaker
He spoke no words.
He simply struck the ground with his fist once—
and the entire space trembled.
That alone was his opinion.
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Then… something no one expected happened
The shadows shifted.
The nothingness itself shivered.
As if someone had opened a door that hadn't been touched for millennia.
None of the titans moved.
None breathed.
Even their thoughts froze.
Because all of them felt him—
Kalygran.
The seventh.
The strongest.
The one whose name was forbidden even among them.
The air itself bowed when his voice appeared—cold, emotionless, hollow:
> Kalygran:
"Lerin… was not defeated."
Silence.
> Kalygran:
"She was… sealed."
The six titans fell silent like children
Because sealing was not magic.
It was a force older than their birth.
Older than this world.
> Kalygran:
"The knight did not wish to kill her…
but to break her… and claim her."
The silence thickened—
heavy, suffocating.
> Kalygran:
"What makes him dangerous… is not blade nor armor."
"It is that he knows something… no one should know."
He lifted his head slightly—
and the void recoiled like a frightened child.
> Kalygran:
"He knows…
how to kill us."
Sarin screamed like a trapped animal
> Sarin:
"How?!
How can a human know the mechanism of our death?
This knowledge… we never left it behind, not even in the worlds we annihilated!"
The void around her cracked like fragile glass, but Kalygran did not glance her way.
Kalygran — A voice older than fear
> Kalygran:
"That knight… is no mere human."
Even the shadows bowed at his words.
> Kalygran:
"He is a creature from the First Rift."
Silence—low, suffocating—
because that term held more terror than death itself.
Morvath trembled for the first time
His insane grin vanished.
His face drained of color as if someone had pulled him out of his own world.
> Morvath (faint, unlike himself):
"The First Rift…?
But that's impossible…
That place should have been sealed forever."
Azilrath stared into nothingness
The King of Ruin—under whose feet entire continents had fallen—
spoke in a voice like stones crushed slowly:
> Azilrath:
"That place… is our origin."
> "No being can know the mechanics of our annihilation…
unless it touched the moment of our creation."
Sarin trembled
For the first time, she glanced behind her shoulder—
as if something was following her.
> Sarin:
"You claim he came from there…
but the First Rift…
no longer exists."
Kalygran reveals the truth
He moved his head slowly, with an inhuman coldness.
> Kalygran:
"The First Rift was never closed."
The table—the universe's tomb—shuddered.
> Kalygran:
"It was reopened."
Kinryth rose to his feet
The universe shook with him.
> Kinryth (furious):
"Who did this?
What mad creature would reopen that door?"
Kalygran steps forward
Every shadow fled as though it were a living thing escaping its predator.
He raised his hand…
and in the air appeared a small black seal, cracked by a thin red glow.
> Kalygran:
"This is the same material used to craft the knight's armor…
and his blade."
Silence fell heavier than ruin.
> Kalygran:
"And the one who forged it…
is the same one who reopened the First Rift."
Even Morvath didn't dare laugh now.
Azilrath — speaking slowly, afraid of his own words
> Azilrath:
"If he has the power to open the First Rift…
then why not release an entire army of such knights?
Why only one…?"
He paused.
> Azilrath:
"He could drown the realms in hundreds of them."
Filmira — listening to whispers only he can hear
> Filmira:
"I heard that question too."
The others glared at him.
> Filmira:
"When I touched the remnants of Lerin's blood…
there was a murmur… not hers."
He leaned closer to the table, listening to something crawling between the walls of existence.
> Filmira:
"The murmur was searching for something."
Sarin — cold enough to slice the air
> Sarin:
"Something… or someone?"
> Filmira (whisper):
"A soul."
The air trembled.
Even Kinryth froze.
Sarin's question tore through their nerves
> Sarin:
"Does this have anything to do with the dead humans?
Those souls gathering at the edge of the void?
Did he choose one of them…?"
Morvath cracked with fear
> Morvath:
"But humans die like insects…
Thousands, millions…
Why this one?
What makes him worthy of the First Slayer's Seal?!?"
Kalygran delivers a killing truth
He stared at all of them—
with a coldness that was almost divine.
> Kalygran:
"It was not a choice."
The darkness bent around him.
> Kalygran:
"The seal is never given."
"The seal… responds."
Azilrath froze
> Azilrath:
"Responds…?
To whom?"
A word that unravels existence
Kalygran smiled—
a smile devoid of emotion:
> Kalygran:
"To humans… who died, yet refused their death."
Sarin's eyes widened
> Sarin:
"Those who resisted the end?
The ones who kept screaming inside the void?"
Kalygran continued mercilessly
> Kalygran:
"Yes."
"Humans who died and refused to be erased."
"Those whose souls cracked instead of fading into shadows."
He paused.
> Kalygran:
"The knight… is one of them."
Filmira's voice shook
> Filmira:
"… So he is not only from the First Rift…"
"He is a corrupted soul… a broken human."
Morvath whispered in horror
> Morvath:
"Why only one then?
Did only his soul respond?
Or… was he chosen?"
Kalygran leaves them with a truth that kills sleep
> Kalygran:
"Perhaps… he is the only one who hated his death deeply enough…
for the seal to see something in him…"
Kalygran raised the cracked seal—
and the void recoiled as if threatened.
> Kalygran:
"… something that resembles us."
In another world—a world that still breathed—Lerin stood beneath a heavy rain that lashed the sky with dark fury.
She wasn't cold… only her soul felt it.
A few steps away, the knight in black armor stood still, alone, silent… as if his very existence didn't belong to this world.
Lerin looked up at him, her voice low but sharp:
> Lerin:
"Why are you staring at the sky like that?
Can't you see it's about to burst into rain…?"
He didn't move. He didn't turn around.
He simply said in a quiet, heavy voice, as if the words were being drawn from the depths of an old wound:
> The Black Knight:
"I just… love the rain. Because… it reminds me of the first day I was truly happy."
Lerin froze. Not because she was moved… but because she felt that those words had come from something that was no longer entirely human.
She took a step closer, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the rain:
> Lyrin:
"...Okay. But at least...let's get out of the rain. I don't want to look like I've just crawled out of a grave."
He didn't comment. He didn't smile. He didn't react.
Suddenly, he moved—just one step—but it was enough to make the earth tremble beneath her feet.
He gave her an unreadable look:
> The Black Knight:
"If you want to stay dry...just follow my footsteps."
His voice was threatening.
Ruthless.
Emotionless.
Lyrin followed him, humiliation burning in her chest... but she knew too well:
If she tried to run away, he'd erase her existence before she could lift a foot.
And so... under a heavy downpour
And in the shadow of a knight who emerged from the "First Crack"
A partnership began that neither of them wanted.
But it...would change the world.
TO BE CONTINUED…