The eternal stars above shimmered with an unusual brightness tonight. Somewhere beyond them, in the realm where time no longer held meaning, Zayn sat cross-legged upon a floating slab of stardust, immersed in meditation. His eyes, glowing with the essence of all realms, opened slowly. Something stirred in the deepest layers of existence—a whisper, ancient and unknown, called to him from beyond the known universes.
"A voice beyond creation," Zayn murmured. "Something… or someone… dares to call me."
The realm he sat in, known only as the Skyforge Void, began to tremble. This place was his sanctuary, where his divine energy forged eternal laws, and even the strongest Sovereigns bowed to his will. Yet now, a ripple disturbed the silence, like a stone tossed into still water.
Suddenly, a tear appeared in the space before him, slowly widening. From within emerged a figure shrouded in robes made of forgotten galaxies. A faceless entity, yet powerful. A being no one in the current universe dared to name—The Whisper Beyond the Realms.
"Zayn, Star Sovereign, Eternal God of All Realms," the voice echoed, calm but chilling. "Your dominion is vast. But it is not infinite. Not yet."
Zayn rose slowly, his long silver hair flowing with starlight, his aura making even laws bow. "So, you finally show yourself. The Nameless One's shadow... the one who dares defy all creation."
The entity hovered, motionless. "There is a realm even you cannot reach. A realm that was hidden even before the first star."
Zayn narrowed his eyes. "I have touched all realms, shaped time, and wielded fate. What can lie beyond my grasp?"
"The Forgotten Dimension," the Whisper replied. "A place where even Sovereigns are erased. Where memories collapse, and gods are rewritten."
Zayn's interest was piqued. He could feel the truth in those words. The very fabric of the multiverse trembled in acknowledgment of this forgotten place.
"Why now? Why show yourself?" Zayn asked, folding his arms.
"Because the gates are weakening. And when they open, even you will not be untouched. You need to awaken the Forbidden Blood within you. The part of you you've sealed away since you became Eternal."
Zayn remained silent. The truth stung like fire. The Forbidden Blood... his last remnant of mortality, sealed and buried deep within, was something he never wished to touch again.
"What's in it for you?" Zayn asked finally.
"Survival," the Whisper said, fading back into the rift. "If you don't prepare, not even your harem of goddesses can shield your heart from oblivion."
The rift closed.
Zayn stood still for a moment, then clenched his fists. He summoned his strongest consort—Lyria, Goddess of Eternal Spring.
"I must begin the next phase," he said.
She tilted her head. "You mean... the Forbidden Rebirth?"
Zayn nodded. "Yes. Gather the Celestial Maidens. Prepare the God-Forges. And tell Mira and Aelina... it's time they awaken their true forms."
The air buzzed with divine energy. A storm of power was coming.
Zayn looked toward the void. "The Whisper has spoken. And I... will answer."