Long before time, space, and reality unfurled, there was only the Almighty, a singular being of boundless thought and profound solitude. From the very fabric of His contemplation, existence blossomed: time began its march, space expanded infinitely, and reality solidified from the abstract.
The Almighty gazed upon His nascent creation, a universe teeming with wonders. When, by His benevolent. will, humanity emerged, He found immense joy in their nascent capacity for kindness and love. Yet, a deep sorrow touched His boundless heart as He foresaw their mortal end.
Knowing that immortality would inevitably corrupt them and stir future strife, He instead, with a mere thought, brought forth Heaven.
It was a realm of unimaginable beauty, a paradise where human souls, after death, could dwell eternally in His presence. He decreed that only those who performed acts of kindness genuinely out of love would be welcomed into this sacred abode.
To guide humanity's choices, He illuminated the path of righteousness, warning them of the Seven Deadly Sins, the antithesis of His divine love.
But even in His triumph, a subtle unease stirred within the Almighty as His gaze fell upon the Earth.
He perceived a nascent Void, a grotesque reflection of the physical world, already tainted by a thick, crimson steam that pillowed from rivers of molten chaos.
This was not of His creation, and though He felt a profound pang of anguish, He knew He could not directly interfere.
Instead, with a heavy heart, He severed the spiritual link between Earth and this burgeoning abyss, decreeing it a place of eternal consequence for those who chose the path of wickedness. He named it Hell.
The Almighty, with His infinite foresight, sought the origin of this malignancy. His gaze turned inward, probing the ranks of His most beloved creations.
To His profound shock, the source was not external, but internal: Lucifer, the very First in Command among the Heavenly host, had sown the seeds of rebellion.
Lucifer, anticipating divine judgment, defiantly declared his intent to usurp the Almighty's throne.
But the Almighty, knowing all, had already forged a new celestial warrior, an Archangel of absolute trust and unwavering devotion. As Lucifer's legions rose in rebellion, the Archangel, shimmering with divine light and wielding a sword wreathed in holy fire, swept through their ranks, scattering them instantly. Lucifer, stunned and consumed by burgeoning hate, screamed his declaration of war against the Almighty.
The Almighty commanded His Archangel to finish the traitor, but then halted him. With a profound sigh, He applied a thick, viscous liquid to His own fist—a divine concoction created solely for this purpose, knowing Lucifer's immortal essence. With a single, devastating blow, the Almighty struck Lucifer down.
He then returned to His celestial throne, watching Lucifer's agonizing descent. As the celestial fire consumed the traitor, the Almighty's voice resonated through the void, heavy with sorrow: "Why did you betray me, Lucifer? I gave you love, power, fame, and dominion. Why?"
No answer came, only a final, wretched scream. With a mere thought, the Almighty cast Lucifer down like a searing bolt of light, piercing through reality and plunging into the very heart of the Void.
A profound, quiet sadness settled upon the Almighty. He gently closed His eyes, His divine attention shifting to the fragile world He had created. His gaze settled upon humanity, upon the bustling flow of life.
The Unwritten King & The Prime Stones
The Unwritten King's Origin: He is Null/Soren's father, Asuka Asura. This transforms the primary conflict into an intensely personal, familial, and tragic struggle, stemming from a lineage connected to ancient, possibly corrupted, knowledge of the primordial God's creation.
"Tears of the Divine"(stones): Separated from Prime Stones, these are literal stones shed from the God's tears at the dawn of creation.
They are the purest repositories of His history and boundless wisdom, meant to guide and enlighten.
Prime Stones: These are anchors of raw, unrefined power, perhaps forged in the chaotic reverberations of creation itself.
They do not merely grant strength; they are the ultimate guides for those who have yet to awaken their own inherent power or who seek to master a specific elemental affinity.
They lead mortals down paths of awakening, showing them the way to harness the fundamental forces of the world.
Those who claim a Prime Stone truly become its wielder and its protégé, guided by its essence towards their own true potential.
The ProtagonistName: Null (formerly Soren Asura).
Current State: Lost all memories after the Prime Stone's detonation (Volume 2 finale).
Appearance: His hair is a striking golden yellow. His eyes are a piercing, golden yellow, each pupil a chilling, perfect cross-shape. He is strikingly handsome.
Personality: Cold, aloof, detached, a "blank slate." He processes little emotion or recognition from external stimuli, including his friends' attempts to help him remember.
Powers: Possesses immense, unrefined shadow power, which manifests instinctively and overwhelmingly, rather than through conscious control or skill.
This power is a direct echo of his lineage, connected to the Unwritten King. He is capable of effortlessly overwhelming even seasoned elemental users.
Carries: A fragment of the Prime Stone, which feels warm and important to him, despite his amnesia.
Null's Journey: Return to Kaelyn
His gaze settled upon humanity, upon the bustling flow of life. He saw a young man, Null, sitting quietly on a train station bench. His golden yellow hair gleamed faintly in the station's artificial light, cascading in a style reminiscent of legends. His usually vibrant eyes were now a piercing, golden yellow, each pupil a chilling, perfect cross-shape. His posture was cold, almost aloof, a stark contrast to the easy camaraderie of his friends who sat beside him.
One of them, perhaps Kai, was gesturing animatedly, "And then, after you took down those royal guards with that wild shadow burst, Null, you just... zoned out!" Another, maybe Ashley, added gently, "Yeah, you were holding that piece of rock, that Prime Stone shard, like it was the only thing keeping you anchored. We've been trying to tell you, man, but... you just don't remember."
Null simply stared out at the passing tracks, his fingers absently tracing the smooth, cool surface of the fragment of the Prime Stone he clutched. The hum of the train filled the silence, carrying them steadily towards Kaelyn, the country they called home, a place Null vaguely recognized but could no longer recall. He was a puzzle, and his friends, with their persistent stories, were trying to piece him back together, unaware of the cosmic lineage that now coursed through his very being. His mind, once a vibrant tapestry of memories, was now a fractured mirror, reflecting only the present moment, tinged with an inexplicable sense of loss and a chilling power he barely understood.
As the train rattled on, the landscape outside blurred into streaks of green and grey. Null's gaze remained fixed, yet unfocused. He heard Kai's voice, a distant echo. "Remember that time in the old district? Before... well, before all this. You used to mess around with those shadow puppets. Harmless stuff. Never thought you'd actually become a shadow puppet master, eh?" Kai attempted a light chuckle, but it faded, replaced by a worried glance at Ashley.
Ashley squeezed Null's arm gently. "It was... intense, Null. After the explosion at the docks, everything changed.
You were different. Stronger, yes, but also... empty. Like a part of you got left behind in the blast. But we're here. We'll help you remember." She pointed to a faded scar just above Null's left eyebrow.
"That's from the day we tried to climb the old Clock Tower. You fell, but you caught yourself mid-air. Even then, you had something... special."
Null felt nothing from the touch, heard nothing new from the words. Just vague sensations, like static on a radio.
He looked down at the Prime Stone shard in his hand. It felt warm, almost alive, a single point of certainty in a world of fuzzy outlines. He didn't know what it was, but he knew, instinctively, that it was important.
A flicker of something, a distant memory of blinding light and crushing force, tried to surface, but it dissolved into the chaotic hum of the train.
The golden-yellow cross in his eyes held no warmth, only a profound, almost alien detachment, observing the desperate attempts of his friends to bridge a chasm he couldn't even perceive.
The weight of an ancient, cosmic conflict, and the legacy of an Unwritten King, remained dormant within him, waiting for the threads of memory to reweave themselves.
The train's journey eventually ended, depositing Null and his friends onto the bustling platform of Kaelyn.
The city was a kaleidoscope of familiar sights and sounds that sparked no recognition in Null's blank mind.
His friends, however, led the way with practiced ease. They guided him through the familiar streets to a modest, two-story house that Null vaguely understood was "his." Inside, it felt as hollow as his memories.
His friends helped him settle in, a flurry of activity around his quiet, observant presence. The next few days were a blur of mundane tasks: registering him for school once more, filling out forms, and trying to explain the routines of a life he couldn't recall.
On the first day back at Kaelyn Academy, Null's arrival caused an immediate ripple. He walked with an effortless grace, his golden yellow hair cascading around his shoulders, complementing the intensity of his gaze. His golden-yellow eyes, with their unsettling cross-shaped pupils, holding an almost otherworldly intensity.
His new, striking appearance and silent demeanor completely captivated the girls in his class, leaving a trail of whispered compliments and awestruck gazes. This, naturally, sparked a simmering envy among the boys, who watched him with a mixture of suspicion and resentment.
The history class began like any other, the teacher, Mr. Tanaka, droning on about ancient civilizations.
Then, the lesson shifted. Mr. Tanaka turned to the projector, his voice gaining a more serious tone. "Today, class, we'll delve into the foundational myths of our world: the history of the Prime Stones and the enigmatic figure known only as The Unwritten King." He spoke of legends, of the Prime Stones as guiding lights, and of the Unwritten King, a being of immense shadow power who predated recorded history.
As he flipped through digital pages, a historical image of The Unwritten King appeared on the screen – a powerful figure, almost identical in facial structure, height, and even hair color (golden yellow) to Null, though infinitely older, his eyes burning with a cruel, familiar light. Below the image, the name in the historical text sent a jolt through Mr. Tanaka: "Soren Asura, The Unwritten King."
Mr. Tanaka's eyes darted from the projector to Null, who sat quietly in the back row. "Soren Asura... Null Asura..." The teacher's face paled.
He knew Asura was a rare name, almost unheard of outside certain old lineages. The chilling similarity, the power, the eyes... a wave of dread washed over him. He stumbled, a sudden, cold sweat breaking out on his brow, and dropped to the floor in a shock-induced collapse, muttering "Impossible... the book says Soren... but it's Null..."
Regaining his composure with a visible effort, Mr. Tanaka scrambled to his feet, his gaze still fixed on Null. He abruptly dismissed the class for lunch, his voice trembling slightly. The classroom erupted, students eagerly spilling into the hallways, their chatter focusing on the new, handsome Null and the teacher's strange reaction.
Null found himself immediately surrounded by a throng of students. "Hey, Null! Are you related to him? The Unwritten King?" "Is Asura your real last name?" "What was the teacher freaking out about?" The questions swirled around him, a cacophony of curiosity he couldn't comprehend.
He simply stared blankly, a cold, unfeeling void in his golden-yellow eyes. He had no answers, no memories of his father, or the name Asura. He merely stood there, a silent, unmoving statue amidst the swirling storm of questions.
Suddenly, a path cleared in the crowd. A student, fueled by the same envy that had been brewing since Null's arrival, stepped forward.
His hair was spiky, and his eyes, a fiery red, crackled with a distinct, aggressive energy – he was clearly a Fire Stoned individual. He shoved a curious girl aside to confront Null directly.
"You think you're hot stuff, eh, pretty boy?" the Fire Stoner sneered, his voice laced with aggression. "Walking in here, acting like you own the place, stealing all the attention. We don't take kindly to your kind around here, especially if you're related to him." As he spoke, small flames flickered around his fists, a clear challenge. "Let's see if that blank stare of yours can handle a real fight!"
Without a word, Null's golden-yellow, cross-shaped eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. Before the Fire Stoner could fully manifest his flames, Null moved.
It wasn't a run or a punch, but a blur of motion, a primal instinct that bypassed thought. A dark, almost invisible force rippled from Null's form.
The Fire Stoner, mid-insult, found himself utterly overwhelmed. Null's hand, moving with chilling speed and precision, simply gripped the Fire Stoner's arm. There was no struggle.
The Fire Stoner's eyes widened in fear, his flames extinguished by an unseen pressure. Null's grip tightened, his shadow power, raw and unthinking, instantly crushing the Fire Stoner's control over his element, rendering him powerless.
The Fire Stoner crumpled, a pathetic heap on the floor, groaning in pain, utterly defeated by a display of effortless, terrifying power. The surrounding students gasped, the excited chatter dying down to a stunned silence.
Null remained motionless, his hand still extended, before slowly retracting it. His expression hadn't changed, but a subtle, almost imperceptible surge of energy seemed to crackle around him.
He had won, not with skill, but with the sheer, unbridled force of something ancient and terrible.
The stunned silence in the hallway shattered as another student, bolder and perhaps foolishly brave, lunged forward. This wasn't another envious jock; this was someone with a desperate need to defend the fallen Fire Stoner, likely a close friend or a fellow student from the same elemental lineage.
Just as the new challenger closed in, a shadow, impossibly deep and unnaturally defined, erupted from Null's form. It wasn't a mere absence of light; it was a physical force, solid and immediate.
The shadow coalesced into a formless, powerful tendril, whipping out with incredible speed. It lashed out at the intervening student, not in a direct attack, but as a dismissive, overwhelming shove. The student, caught completely off guard, was thrown backward with surprising force, skidding across the polished hallway floor to crash against the lockers with a painful thud.
The hallway erupted into murmurs, a mixture of fear and awe. What little disbelief remained about the Fire Stoner's quick defeat evaporated. This display, so sudden and undeniably powerful, confirmed it: Null was connected to something far beyond their understanding. He wasn't just handsome; he was dangerous. He was truly the son of the Unwritten King.
Amidst the swirling whispers and the shocked gasps, Null finally spoke. His voice, though soft, cut through the noise, carrying an unsettlingly hollow resonance. His golden-yellow eyes, with their cross-shaped pupils, remained utterly devoid of emotion, fixed on no one in particular.
"Silence," he stated, the word hanging in the air, weighted with an ancient, unyielding authority. He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the wide-eyed faces surrounding him, as if seeing them for the first time, yet finding no comprehension there. A flicker of something, perhaps confusion, crossed his face before it settled back into its cold mask. "I do not... recall."
With that, he turned, and with the fragment of the Prime Stone still clutched in his hand, walked calmly towards the now-empty cafeteria, leaving behind a hallway full of bewildered students and two defeated, groaning figures. His friends, Kai and Ashley, exchanged a worried glance, then hurried to catch up, a new understanding dawning on them about the true depth of Null's amnesia and the terrifying power that lay beneath it.
The end Of chapter 23
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