The entity had spoken, and the Forsaken Realm had listened.
Ezra stood at the edge of the forming world, golden eyes flickering with intrigue as the newly created being solidified. It was neither flesh nor spirit, neither mortal nor divine—it was something in between, a fragment of existence that had willed itself into being.
The anomaly stood beside him, silent as ever, watching.
The Forsaken Realm shifted, its landscapes subtly adjusting. It had accepted the entity.
Now, the real test began.
Ezra tilted his head. "You claimed you are becoming. But what does that mean? What will you be?"
The entity, still unstable, flickered with possibilities. It had no past, no memories, no purpose defined for it.
Ezra took a step forward, his presence pressing against the young force before him. "If you exist in this world, then prove it. Show me that you deserve to be here."
The entity did not answer. Instead, it moved.
A pulse of raw, unshaped power erupted from its form, sending a tremor through the Forsaken Realm. The very ground beneath them shuddered, reacting to its presence.
Ezra grinned. "Good. You learn fast."
The anomaly's voice was quiet, yet absolute. "It is no longer just a shadow. It is something more."
Ezra nodded. He could feel it, the first true creation of the Forsaken Realm.
And if this was the first, then more would surely follow.
The world around them continued to shift, reshaping itself with every pulse of energy the entity released. The Forsaken Realm was adjusting, but not resisting. Ezra watched as the lands stretched, warped, and morphed in response, forming landscapes that had not existed before.
A towering spire of onyx stone erupted from the ground, jagged yet perfect, as if it had always been waiting to be revealed. Rivers that had not flowed before carved paths into the land, their waters shimmering with an ethereal glow, carrying no reflection. Trees with darkened silver leaves emerged from the soil, their roots digging into a world that had never known their kind.
The Forsaken Realm was not simply growing—it was welcoming something new.
Ezra's smirk deepened. "So you don't just exist—you shape. That's unexpected."
The entity's form flickered, its body shifting between clarity and obscurity. "I… am."
Ezra folded his arms, his gaze sharpening. "No. That's not enough. You exist, but existing isn't living. Tell me—what do you want?"
The question rippled through the Forsaken Realm like a thunderclap. The entity stilled, its energy wavering as if the weight of the question itself had struck deep into whatever will it had begun to form.
The anomaly, ever silent, finally spoke. "It has never known desire before. It was not made with a purpose—it is choosing one."
Ezra chuckled under his breath. "Then let's see what it chooses."
The entity's presence intensified. Its form solidified further, no longer a flickering mass of uncertainty, but something growing closer to definition. The wind howled as its energy swirled, shaping the very space around it. Ezra could feel it—not as something chaotic, but as something intentional.
Then, the entity moved again.
[System Alert: Forsaken Entity Forming Core Identity]
[Classification Pending…]
[Will Recognition in Progress]
Ezra took a step back, allowing it room. The entity's presence was no longer simply shifting—it was deciding. It was choosing.
The first sign of true independence.
Then, without warning, the entity's entire form collapsed inward, its energy compressing into something denser, heavier, more focused. The Forsaken Realm reacted instantly, the winds howling, the ground trembling, the rivers stilling as if awaiting its next breath.
Ezra's golden eyes narrowed. "Now that's interesting."
The anomaly tilted its head slightly, watching as the being emerged anew. Its form was no longer unstable, no longer flickering like an unfinished thought. It stood, its presence undeniable, its will anchored.
The entity slowly raised its gaze to meet Ezra's. And this time, there was no hesitation.
"I… am myself."
The moment the words were spoken, the Forsaken Realm acknowledged it. The sky above them, which had remained in a state of constant flux, settled for the first time since its creation. The energy that had swirled aimlessly now flowed with purpose.
[New Sovereign Recognition: Complete]
[First Child of the Forsaken Realm Confirmed]
Ezra exhaled, slow and measured, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You've passed the first step. But don't think that makes you special yet."
The entity did not flinch. It simply existed, its presence more certain than before.
Ezra turned toward the anomaly. "It looks like we just witnessed the first of many."
The anomaly did not answer immediately, though Ezra caught the slightest flicker of movement in its gaze. A silent acknowledgment that something irreversible had begun.
The Forsaken Realm trembled again, but this time, it was not just from the entity's presence.
[System Update: Additional Entities Forming]
[Second and Third Forces Emerging…]
Ezra's smirk widened. "It looks like our child won't be alone for long."
The anomaly finally spoke. "This world is writing its own fate now."
Ezra turned back toward the shifting skyline, the glow of his golden eyes reflecting the rising forms beyond the horizon. "Good. Let's see what kind of fate it chooses."
The Forsaken Realm had given birth to its first child.
And it would not be the last.
The Forsaken Realm pulsed, as if breathing for the first time.
Ezra could feel it—something shifting in the very fabric of existence. The newborn entity had done more than claim its place; it had set a precedent. A force that should not have been, yet was, and now the world reacted accordingly.
More fissures in reality split open, invisible to the eye yet undeniable in presence. The air itself thickened, charged with something neither divine nor mortal, a presence that mirrored potential.
Ezra turned slightly, studying the shifting landscape. "It's not just adapting anymore. It's expanding."
The anomaly nodded. "A world does not create just one being. It creates many."
[System Alert: Additional Entities Forming]
[New Core Wills Emerging…]
[Number Unknown]
Ezra's smirk returned. "Looks like we're going to have company."
The Forsaken Realm trembled as the first echoes of new consciousness rippled through the void.
The wind stirred, carrying whispers that did not yet have voices, fragments of wills that had not yet taken shape. Ezra watched the horizon where the Forsaken Realm stretched far beyond what should have been possible, the edges of existence no longer static but instead fluid, waiting for something to fill the void.
The first entity stood at his side, its gaze no longer flickering, no longer uncertain. It had anchored itself within this world. But as Ezra looked upon it, he knew—it was only the beginning.
A low hum reverberated through the air, and beneath their feet, shadows deepened. Not in darkness, not in malice, but in formation. Something was coalescing, something raw and undefined, yet undeniably alive.
Ezra's golden eyes narrowed. "They're coming."
The anomaly stood unmoving. "The world calls to them."
A second entity began to take shape. Unlike the first, its form did not flicker between light and shadow. Instead, it remained indistinct—a silhouette against an unfinished world. Its presence was different, less hesitant, more instinctive. The moment it emerged, the Forsaken Realm reacted, solidifying the ground beneath it, acknowledging its existence with a silent decree.
[New Entity Registered]
[Attributes: Unstable]
[Defining Its Own Purpose…]
Ezra let out a slow breath, watching. The first entity had struggled to become something. This one was different. It did not question itself—it simply was.
The air between them grew heavy. The second entity did not wait to be acknowledged. It did not hesitate in its movement. Instead, it stepped forward, its form shifting like flowing ink, unbound by structure.
Ezra smirked. "Now that's interesting."
The first entity turned toward its newly formed counterpart, observing it with a kind of silent understanding. The two were different—one had struggled for identity, the other seemed to have never questioned it in the first place.
And then, the second entity spoke.
"I… take."
Ezra's smirk deepened. "Ah. A devourer. A force that does not wait to be given—it claims."
The anomaly observed, but did not interfere.
The Forsaken Realm reacted instantly. The landscape beneath the second entity shuddered, reshaping itself in response. The rivers that had formed earlier bent toward it, drawn like a tide pulled by the moon. The land itself seemed to feed its presence, growing darker, richer, more potent.
Ezra laughed under his breath. "So, you don't hesitate. You consume. You shape the world in your own image."
The first entity shifted slightly, but did not step forward. Ezra noticed the difference. The first had accepted existence, had let the Forsaken Realm shape it as much as it shaped itself.
But the second? It refused to be shaped. It took control.
[System Notice: Divergence in Core Identities Detected]
[First Entity: The Self That Seeks]
[Second Entity: The Hunger That Claims]
Ezra turned his gaze to the sky, where something unseen rippled, as though existence itself was beginning to acknowledge what was happening.
The Forsaken Realm was not merely creating—it was evolving.
And more were coming.
The ground rumbled again, and Ezra could feel it—a third presence taking shape. But this one… it was different still. Where the first had hesitated, and the second had claimed, this one… waited. It did not reach outward. It did not shape the world. Instead, it simply watched.
Ezra's smile faded slightly. "A witness."
The anomaly turned toward him. "A balance."
A sharp crack split the air, and suddenly, the third entity emerged—not in flickering light, not in consuming force, but in stillness.
Ezra studied it carefully. Unlike the first, it did not struggle with identity. Unlike the second, it did not force its own. Instead, it seemed to simply understand.
[System Notice: Third Entity Recognized]
[Classification: Observer]
[Records Beginning…]
Ezra inhaled deeply, letting the realization settle in. "The first exists. The second devours. And the third… remembers."
The anomaly nodded once. "A necessary piece."
Ezra's smirk returned, but it was sharper now, more thoughtful. "This world isn't just making children. It's making a system of its own."
The Forsaken Realm shuddered, its very foundation solidifying further. The newborn entities stood in perfect contrast, neither allies nor enemies, simply forces that existed because they must.
Ezra exhaled slowly, golden eyes burning. "Fine. Let's see where this goes."
The Forsaken Realm had created its first children.
Now, it was building its laws.
And far in the distance, beyond Ezra's sight, the land cracked open once more.
Another presence stirred.