[Dream Realm: GENESIS-EXE | 500 Years ago]
Location: Myth and Chaos - The Origin Cradle of All Magic and Madness.
A skyless void shimmered into existence.
Then--
Explosion.
Billions of realities ignited simultaneously, birthing stars of divine syntax and collapsing laws. Nebulas sculpted themselves into sprawling bridges, and world-cores bled mana into the primordial fabric, woven by a single will. Her Will.
The void gave way to "GENESIS-EXE", a super-realm unbound by creation, cradling nearly a billion fused multiverses, each orbiting like gears in an ever-shifting divine machine. Its very substrate wasn't space or time but mythos and chaos, layered concepts made real, holding together through sheer narrative force.
Here, the laws of physics bowed before gods, beasts, and sorcery that defied naming. Mythologies from a thousand pantheons breathed and bled into one another. Greek titans shattered skyships built by alien deities, while eldritch wyrms roared prophecies into dreams of suns, and Primeval Seraphim rebuilt continents with spoken numbers.
It was beautiful. Terrifying. Ageless.
Every breath hummed with magic. Every heartbeat echoed with war chants, miracles, and the final sighs of fallen stars.
And in its beating center. She reigned.
She was radiant and brutal.
『Queen Ashley Lionheart - The Cosmic Goddess of Genesis - The Cradle and the End』
• Cosmic goddess of Creation and Destruction
• Wielder of the Six Genesis Fragments
• Matron of Pantheons
• Architect of Realms
• Mother of All and Cradle of None.
With a single exhale, she could spawn worlds, with a whisper, she could end civilizations caught in a paradox. She was the only being permitted by the Myth and Chaos algorithm to wield six Genesis Fragments without succumbing to fracture or madness. Her essence burned so brightly that other gods looked away in reverence or dread.
Crowned in flames of creation and veiled in the midnight lace of collapsed singularities, Queen Ashley Lionheart stood at the altar of all things. Six orbiting fragments, known as Genesis Cores, spun around her, each a world unto itself, pulsing with divine rhythm:
• One sang with creation, birthing ecosystems from her hum.
• One whispered destruction, unraveling ideas before they could form.
• One governed conceptual gravity, bending logic, making myths real.
• One housed the First Flame, the source of all aggressive evolution.
• One bled mirrorlight, reflecting infinite possibilities at once.
• And the final core was sealed, its name unknown, shaped like a cradle.
This was GENESIS-EXE's progenitor. A deity not of stagnant divinity but of Creative Warfare. Where gods feared entropy, she danced with it. Where pantheons clung to hierarchy, she rearranged it. Where realms were shattered she harvested them for material to craft legends.
But even she, in her omnipotent madness, had created something greater than herself.
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Location: The Forbidden West - Kingdom of Lionheart.
Far beyond the central spires of GENESIS-EXE, past the Prismatic Warzone of Pantheonfall and the Crystal Sea of echoing heavens, stood a singular mountain-wrapped continent, hidden by sentient storms and sealed myth. It bore a single name etched in world-rune:
[Lionheart.]
It was no ordinary kingdom. It did not hold councils or armies. It held bloodlines, lineages fused by forbidden convergence:
• Dragons with obsidian scales woven from collapsed galaxies.
• Demons born not from sin, but from the ambition of dying stars.
• Angels who refused the concept of obedience, winged sovereigns of free will.
And within this lineage, the Lionhearts, monarchs of paradox flourished.
Each one was a walking phenomenon, with enough power to hold off an entire pantheon for a fortnight in single combat. They held dominion over Elemental Cataclysm, Primeval Songs, and Ancestral Relics capable of fracturing time. No army dared wage war here.
They didn't need defense.
For in their blood flowed the Furnace of Origins, a mythical genome refined by Ashley herself, containing fragments of her divine chaos.
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『The Prince Who Surpassed All - Ashborn Lionheart 』
At the heart of the inner palace, beneath celestial trees older than the multiverse's third collapse, a young prince sparred with his reflection not in a mirror, but within a reality-simulating pool forged from distilled eternity.
He moved like poetry lanced with purpose.
His footfalls cracked tectonic plates, but he held back. His eyes gleamed with draconic infinity, angelic clarity, and Demonic hunger yet he smiled like a child learning a new game. Even as a dream, his presence made the Genesis Thread inside his sleeping body tremble. As if remembering an old memory.
"Faster," he whispered to himself, performing a dozen blade strikes within a single second.
Sparks bloomed. Space fractured.
His twin swords, not yet named, were forged from the bones of a dying concept, one of glory, the other of regret. They whistled as they cut through the dreamlight, symbols forming in their wakes, scripting battle hymns into the wind.
Above, Queen Ashley watched from the Throne of Duality, her smile wistful.
"My son... not born of just blood, but of my will, my sorrow, and the world's need for hope in chaos..."
Her voice echoed across the continent without sound. Through leywinds and dreamsong, every creature from divine beast to living warship paused, as if the world took a breath in his presence.
"Ashborn... my greatest creation. Even greater than the Genesis fragments combined. A synthesis of myth, will, and madness. A being who can undo stories... and write them anew."
Ashborn stood now atop a floating platform at the tip of Lionheart's World Tree, eyes scanning the endless divine scape. Below him, armies trained in thunder fields. Across him, skybound battles between pantheon champions and false gods erupted in silence.
"Why do I dream of this place?"
"Why... does my soul feel like it's returning?"
His future self sleeping in the Loomlight Sanctuary twitched. A pulse from the dream trembled across his Cosmic Core.
Back in memory, the Ashborn of 500 years ago turned his gaze toward the western horizon, where light bent unnaturally.
Something called to him.
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Location: Kingdom of Lionheart - The Divine Palace of Eclipseroot.
Realm: GENESIS-EXE | Westbound Throne-Continent
The boy walked alone.
Hair like moonlight poured over crystal silk, catching glimmers of divine starlight with each step. His skin was pale but radiant, as if sculpted by stardust and cooled in the breath of ancient voids. His young face bore both childish mischief and eternal wisdom. His amethyst-pink star-shaped eyes shimmered with Tri-origin Flames, angelic insight, demonic hunger, and Draconic instinct, forming a trinity no mortal should ever survive, let alone embody.
Two gleaming horns, smooth and crystalline, curved from his temples like polished cosmic aurorae, shifting colors across multiversal spectra. A chain of tempered mythrite hung from his neck, and at its end swayed a shard-like cross, a crystallized anomaly of Genesis light, unstable in the hands of any being besides him.
『Ashborn Lionheart - The Forbidden Prince - The Genesis Cradle Incarnate』
He wandered through the Lionheart Palace, where columns of singing ivory spiraled into infinite ceilings, and gravity bent with the elegance of celestial architecture. No step echoed; the palace had learned to absorb the treads of gods.
The Lionheart Palace was not built, it was sung into being. A structure composed of solidified mythlight, bound together by Queen Ashley's choir of reality-shaping spirits. Columns twisted like spiral galaxies. Halls shimmered with illusions of future and past events. Every door was a sentient arc, testing the intent of those who passed.
Young Ashborn strolled barefoot on the glowing floors, trailed by prism-wisps and chrono-petals that fluttered up from the ground, responding to his aura. Servants, some shaped like humanoid phoenixes bowed as he passed, not out of fear, but reverence.
He turned into the Great Inner Garden, where a kaleidoscope aurora bloomed through the leaves of the Eclipseroot Tree, the sacred divine flora born from Queen Ashley's first heartbeat as a goddess.
There, his siblings awaited.
The Royal Kin of House Lionheart
Highborn of Forbidden Descent.
Each child of Queen Ashley was forged from a mythic element not born in traditional terms, but assembled from the wills of dying stars, the vengeance of gods, the hope of ruined civilizations, and fused through her Genesis Fragment Alchemy. No two were alike. No one but Ashley could have survived their births.
『1. Seraphira Lionheart - The Eldest』
• Warden of Lightgraves, Mistress of the Ancestral Choir
A tall woman draped in prismatic ribbons of light, her six radiant wings hummed with celestial hymns that dissolved curses. Her bloodline learned toward angelic supremacy, but her voice could calm rampaging titans. Her halo was fragmented intentionally marking her as willfully divergent from the choir of heaven.
"Still wandering alone, Ashborn?" She asked with a smile as warm as nova-fire.
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『2. Dravion Lionheart - The Forgemind』
• Heir of Titanbone and Infernal Starsmith of the Core Crucible
A hulking, tattooed being with obsidian skin veined in magma-light. His breath smelled of burnt galaxiesz and each word he spoke hammered space-time. Son of Ashley's dragon-warrior aspect he once forged a sword from a dying constellation.
"You stink of sanctuary moss," he snorted as he slapped Ashborn's back, nearly knocking the boy over.
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『3. Nyxa Lionheart - The Umbramancer』
• Born of the Hollowed Night; Keeper of the Nine Moons
She stood in shadows that bent away from her, eyes covered in a veil woven from fear-forged silk. Her skin glowed faintly like the inside of a dream. Her voice was a whisper that others heard in their own language.
"You walk in dreams again, don't you? Dreamwalkers like us don't rest, we remember."
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『4. Kyther Lionheart - The Worldbreaker』 (Youngest Before Ashborn)
• God of Violence and Chaos, fused with the Primordial Roar
A wild, platinum-haired youth who grinned like a thunderclap. He leapt toward ashborn and locked arms with him in mock combat, a blade of chaos-light half-drawn from his spine.
"Finally! I was starting to think they made you mute."
Ashborn smiled lightly, but his silence drew the attention of all.
Their gazes sharpened.
They could feel it now, his Genesis Thread pulsing deeper, aligning, adapting in strange ways none of them had seen. Something ancient stirred behind his young expression.
"What is he becoming?"
"He was always... different," whispered Nyxa.
"Mother's Final Forge," said Dravion grimly.
"The One She Created to Rival Fate,"
Murmured Seraphira.
A pulse of wind.
The palace shifted.
She was coming.
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[Private Chamber of Genesis Reflection]
A mirror surfaced in light.
Ashborn now stood alone again, transported by thought not magic to a stilled sanctum where Queen Ashley Lionheart awaited.
She stood at the center, cloaked not in cloth but in conceptual flame, each wisp an event erased from history to fuel her eternal youth. Her hair was a crown of supernovas and eclipses, her gaze a library of forgotten realities.
Ashborn blinked.
"...Mother."
She smiled. "You're beginning to stir. The dream has teeth now, doesn't it?"
He nodded. "Why do I remember things I never lived?"
She raised a hand, and behind her bloomed the six Genesis Fragments. Each pulsed with a resonance only ashborn could interpret not with knowledge, but with Instinct.
[Cosmic Lesson - Genesis Fragments, Genesis Thread, and the Realm's Origin]
She pointed to a spiraling tapestry a living memory web.
"This realm… GENESIS–EXE, was not made. It was extracted. Pulled from the marrow of fallen myth realities that my fragments devoured."
"The Genesis Fragments… are not objects. They're alive, Ashborn. Each one holds a broken law of existence: logic, war, love, decay, rebirth, and paradox."
"And yet, even they are unstable. Do you know why?"
Ashborn tilted his head, listening.
"Because they were made to be wielded by you."
She stepped forward, and her crown split into seven halos, six spinning around him one ghosted faintly in his shadow.
"The Genesis Thread is not a weapon. It's your soul's loom. It rewrites what cannot be understood, and repairs what was never whole. It connects you to every law, every realm. You are the Living Anchor of what the Genesis Realm will become."
Ashborn looked down at his palms. Symbols began glowing threadmarks encoded in myth.
[Secret Origin: The Cradle of Myth and Ashborn's Forbidden Birth]
"You were not born. You were forged, during the war of the Forgotten Void, in the heart of a dying paradox."
"I poured all six fragments into your creation, knowing you'd outgrow them."
"You are the Seventh Fragment… the only one that defies classification."
"They called it 'Cradle of Ashes.' But I call it my final hope."
The room shuddered.
Outside, one of the multiverse ley lines trembled, reacting to the dream itself.
Ashborn fell to his knees his body resonating with truths no child should bear. But his expression didn't crack. He clenched his fists, standing once again.
"I understand."
Ashley's smile deepened into sorrowed pride.
"Your dreams are not illusions... they are recordings from the Genesis Thread."
Ashley extended her hand.
From her palm spiraled a silver thread, alive and pulsing. It twisted around Ashborn's wrist.
"This is the Genesis Thread, the soul-loom I embedded into your existence. It connects all realms, all versions of you across space, dream, time, and possibility branches. This is why you see fragments of other realities in your sleep. It is your right and your burden. The Thread doesn't lie. It doesn't dream. It remembers."
Ashborn blinked. "...then I was always meant to...?"
She nodded
"You were designed to be my final answer to the war between creation and destruction. The six Genesis Fragments I wield... they are stable, yes. But you Ashborn, you are the seventh. The living fragment. The Cradle of Paradox. A being who can rewrite the Author's pen."
Ashborn stared at his hand.
The Crystal cross he wore glowed. The palace trembled.
Ashley whispered:
"When your Cosmic Core and Genesis Thread reach their fifth evolution... you'll be able to craft and unmake timelines, bind gods to narrative chains. Or set the cosmos free."
"But until then... Sleep. Dream. Learn. And remember this-"
She leaned forward, placing a single kiss on his brow.
"You are not my son or weapon by blood, Ashborn. You are my son by will, by madness, and by divine necessity. You are my answer."
The light grew distant.
The dawn-light of the dream realm shifted, cascading through stained-glass auroras and fractal rainbows, as ashborn stepped forward from his private moment with Queen Ashley. The gilded halls of the Lionheart Palace dissolved into a roaring colosseum forged from celestial crystal and petrified dragon bone. The arena hung suspended in the void, orbiting above the Eclipseroot Tree's crown, its open roof revealing a kaleidoscope sky where constellations moved like watchful predators and gargantuan statues of the Lionhearts. Each Statue bore a different aspect: one. Breathed dragonfire, another exhaled angelic hymns, and a third wept rivers of inked oblivion.
He stood barefoot in the middle of the sparring circle, a trail of purple-white Genesis Thread dancing along his arm like a living ribbon, crackling with unstable proto-magic.
Before him stood his elder kin.
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Combatants: The Lionheart Royals
『Ashborn Lionheart - The Young Genesis Threadbearer』
Affinities: all elements (Raw), Oblivion glyphs (Rituals), Soulmancy Incantations, Draconic arts (instinctual), Holy fire (Pure Source), Demonic Wrath (Chaotic burn)
Weapon: None manipulates the Genesis Thread through instinct
Stage: unforged core | Thread Phase I
『Seraphina Lionheart - Celestial queen of harmonics』
Six wings flared behind her, each feather humming at a different frequency. Her weapon is a lightform glaive. Glimmered with orbiting halos.
『Dravion Lionheart - Infernal Titan-Smith』
He wielded twin molten hammer-axes, each blow capable of reshaping tectonic plates. His body oozed raw kinetic pressure.
『Nyxa Lionheart - Umbramancer of the Nine Moons』
A living shadow wielding mirrored daggers and illusory limbs. Every movement erased her presence like a deleted file from the universe.
『Kyther Lionheart - Worldbreaker Beast』
Feral chaos Incarnate. He fought shirtless with a spine-forged great blade and fists clad in entropy-flame gauntlets.
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Now, in this dream-forged arena, Ashborn's royal siblings gathered, each radiating the power of their lineage. The air hummed with anticipation.
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To be continued....