Chapter 1: The Boy Beneath the World
They called him Voidspawn.
Not by name. Not as a boy. Only as a mistake.
Chained in the lowest depths of the floating prison island of Vareth, he sat alone in silence. No sky. No sun. No day or night. Just endless dark and the sound of his own breathing.
His name was Kairo.
But nobody in this world used it.
A single masked warden visited him once a day. No food. No water. Just the same sentence, repeated in a hollow, almost bored tone:
> "You should not exist."
Kairo didn't know why. Not fully.
He only remembered the flames.
The screams.
The eyes of the man who killed his mother.
And the mark he left behind—an ink-black lotus burned into Kairo's chest, pulsing like a second heart. It was the reason they locked him up.
It was the reason he was feared.
It was the reason... he hated the world.
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The chains around his wrists were obsidian-forged, etched with anti-energy runes. Not even Kaigen warriors—those who could bend reality with their will—could break free.
But Kairo was not like them.
He couldn't create fire from nothing. He couldn't slice mountains with wind or summon spirits from the beyond.
He could only do one thing.
Erase.
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He felt it growing again.
The itch under his skin. The pressure in his veins. The hunger in his core.
Something in him was waking up.
Something that shouldn't be possible.
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Above him, the ground shook. A deep rumble—like thunder cracking through bone.
The warden didn't return.
The tremor grew stronger. Louder. Then came the roar.
Not human. Not beast. Something in between.
A monster was here.
Then... the chains cracked.
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A voice echoed in his skull. Ancient. Cold. Familiar.
> "Awaken, Fragmented King. The sky has forgotten you. Remind it."
His fingers twitched.
His eyes glowed silver in the dark.
> "You should not exist."
"Then let me become something they can never forget."
Kairo stood.
And the world above began to break.
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