Silence...
The kind of silence that follows the death of eternity.
The Lionheart kingdom, its celestial spires cracked, its skies dim, stood still. From the highest tower, the golden banners, once fluttering with pride, hung limp like the hearts of the people.
The royal court stared in mute horror at the torn sky, the scars of a god-war still etched across dimensions.
"He's gone..." whispered Queen Ashley Lionheart, her voice shattering under the weight of truth.
All across the realm of gods, across pantheons celestial and infernal
• The Seraphic Choir ceased their endless hymns.
• The Infernal Dukes howled in disbelief.
• The Elder Gods of the Endless cold blinked for the first time in a billion years, whispering Ashborn's name with reverence... and fear.
• The neutral Aeonic Architects watched in awe, updating the Cosmic ledger:
"The Nephilim Dragon prince... has entered myth."
Even the Primordials, ancient forces beyond names, paused to laugh and wonder.
For all they knew, Ashborn Lionheart had perished in the womb of Oblivion.
But Oblivion... had other plans.
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Location: ???
Ashborn's body floated in the void without a name.
Time lost meaning.
Not space. Not time. Not even anything. It was something worse, the most emptiness, a pit of unformed Oblivion where reality dared not enter.
His body. If one could still call it that was a ruined monument to battle. Bone, Flesh, Soul, and spirit torn and rebuilt, again and again, in an endless loop of destruction and blind, furious regeneration.
Inside. Outside. Within. Beyond.
All reality warped into razor-wire winds that shredded his flesh on an atomic level. Molecule by Molecule, cell by cell, his entire being was destroyed and remade, again and again in an infinite loop.
His atoms. Ripped apart. Scattered across dead timelines.
His soul. Shredded by silence, then sewn by threads of ancient magic.
His mind. Fracturing. Screaming in languages that never existed.
The muscle tore.
Bone evaporated.
Nerves screamed.
Soul cracked.
His eyes burst. His wings disintegrated. Every inch of his existence was violated by cosmic entropy beyond comprehension.
And yet...
He didn't die.
Because of every Affinity he wielded. Oblivion, Soulmancy, Holy, Demonic, Draconic, and elemental fought to keep him alive
They lit up like burning Sigils across his breaking skin.
They held his atoms together.
They screamed for him.
But the price was unspeakable.
Each Affinity, to protect its core soul sealed itself away. One by one.
• Holy sealed itself in his spirit.
• Demonic melted into his blood.
• Oblivion fragmented into his bones.
• Soulmancy wrapped around his fading consciousness.
• Draconic shattered into his wings, now gone.
• Elemental faded into silence.
The void was too great.
They began to falter.
To burn themselves out, sacrifice their divine essences to keep even one breath alive.
Until they couldn't anymore.
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Chains formed.
From soul to sinew. From divine nerves. From echoes of forgotten scales.
His Affinities. Oblivion, Soulmancy, Holy, Demonic, Draconic, and Elemental.
Each sealed themselves into different parts of his body, disappearing with a whisper:
"When you're whole once more, we shall awaken."
Only one remained
[Cosmic]
The last flickering Star.
The first spark.
The ever-watching eye.
It didn't seal itself.
It adapted. It evolved.
It became him.
It pulsed faintly within his chest, where his heart once thundered. Not a flame not a roar.
A whisper of infinity.
And that was enough.
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His body, now more Starforged than flesh, reassembled in a new form. Celestial veins pulsed. Cosmic circuits replaced torn muscle. His eyes reopened. Two swirling galaxies.
For an who knows how long. He suffered in silence. Where gods would have died a thousand times.
Then...
Ashborn crashed in the unknown.
The moment ashborn touched solid earth on the unknown world, the faint glow of survival vanished from his eyes. The roaring echoes of the void howled one last time above him before sealing shut with a thunderclap that split the mountain sky.
Then...
Darkness.
His body ravaged beyond recognition, exposed to a billion fractals of destruction per second could no longer endure. Ashborn passed out, unconscious not from fatigue, but from the sheer quantum torment that had torn his being apart and glued it back together again and again.
But unconsciousness did not spared him from the agony.
In the black void of his mind, his soul was screaming.
Within him, the once-proud Nephilim Dragon blood surged like boiling magma, twisting, fighting, and finally... falling silent. The bloodline sealed itself, unable to coexist with the cosmic affliction that now coursed through every cell of his existence.
His body began to shift.
• Celestial veins replaced Draconic ones.
• The luminescence of his holy lineage dimmed to a pale whisper.
• Brimstone Demonic fire was extinguished beneath a veil of stardust.
• Soulmantic glyphs dissolved into a shimmering void.
• Elemental cores fractured and sealed in crystalline stasis within his spirit.
Ashborn's body cracked and reknitted.
Over sixty minutes, every atom in his body was destroyed and reconstructed on a loop. A torture wheel of Transcendence. His skin peeled away, muscles shredded into nothing, and bones turned to cosmic dust, only to regenerate in more complex, starlit designs. Even his soul was not spared it was torn apart, stitched with cosmic silk, and branded with celestial Sigils.
He was being rewritten.
He was no longer just a prince. A dragon. Or a Nephilim.
He had become something other.
His consciousness, frayed from the infinite loops of being destroyed and reborn, surrendered.
That's when the cosmos stirred.
A whisper passed through the still air. Then another.
And then a low hum began to grow. From his shattered soul, from the cracks in his divine flesh, something Awakened.
His body began to glow faintly. The light is neither warm nor cold. Just eternal. Particles of cosmic energy gathered from the sky, the stars the molecules, and the very quantum echoes of collapsed timelines.
They wrapped around him like silk, like starlight, like mourning.
And slowly... they formed a cocoon.
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A chrysalis of infinity.
Made not of matter but of concepts.
Space. Thought. Grief. Memory. Fragments of timelines he had destroyed. Souls of the warriors he had slain. Even pieces of the primordial Reaper's energy, still cling like burned oil.
Inside the cocoon, Ashborn's body floated. Dissolved and began once again to change.
His bones. What remained of them cracked. Twisted and reformed. His burned and blackened organs were replaced with singularities. Miniature stars and dark matter constructs.
But something deeper stirred.
His Nephilim dragon bloodline. The core of his identity howled in resistance but the chrysalis sealed it away. Wrapping it in a divine lock and imprisoning it in his soul.
"You're not ready"
The voice didn't speak in words. It was instinct. Law. And fate.
His bloodline, too powerful to exist in his new state, became dormant, waiting for a time when he could survive its awakening once more.
The transformation was agonizing.
His body, unable to scream, trembled as system Warnings blinked violently within his subconscious.
[Warning: ALL AFFINITIES SEALED]
[WARNING: BLOODLINE LOCKED]
[WARNING: SYSTEM REBOOTING]
[ADAPTATION IN PROGRESS...]
Stats fell like broken stars across his vision.
Thousands of years of strength, gone in moments.
And yet...
His form crystallized no longer flesh and bone but a spiritual body of shifting galaxies, eyes of pulsars, veins of shimmering light.
He became... something new.
A cosmic Spirit.
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[Status update:]
Name: Ashborn Lionheart
Level: 10 [1000/10000]
Race: Cosmic Spirit (Nephilim Dragon Bloodline sealed)
Title: The Lost Prince
Affinities: Cosmic (All others Sealed)
Alignment: Neutral chaotic
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Health: 2,000 / 2,000
Stamina: 1,200 / 1,200
MP (Mana): 5,000 / 5,000
Strength: 100
Speed: 95
Durability: 90
Dexterity: 85
Agility: 90
Intellect: 85
Spirit: 95
Luck: 50
Charisma: 50
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[Abilities]
『Cosmic Power』
The gift of surviving The Reaper. Ashborn can now manipulate the base building blocks of the universe. A power of infinite potential... yet one that comes at infinite cost.
『Cosmic Energy Absorption』
He draws from stars, planets, voids, and even the death cries of forgotten gods.
『Cosmic Energy Manipulation』
With but a thought, he can redirect energy fields, construct weapons from nebulae, or tear gravity into ribbons.
『Cosmic Fusion』
Fusion of principles to create unprecedented phenomena. Unstable at low levels, but devastating.
『Cosmic Regenerative Factor』
He heals from Obliteration. Not due to will. But because the cosmos refuses to let him die.
(Author's notes: this is not the main information about the powers and abilities)
And then, inside the cocoon of stars...
Ashborn finally rested.
For the first time in what felt like forever.
His chest rose and fell.
Observe by no one. Forgotten by the world.
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Above, clouds passed
And then a single beam of sunlight pierced through, landing directly upon the cocoon.
Soft. Silent.
Yet in that silence, the cosmos whispered the truth of rebirth
"Born from ash."