The stars bent that day.
Not from fear, but from acknowledgment.
In the heart of a sky split by crimson thunder, Ashura Bellet stood upon a silent plane — a void where divinity trembled. His eyes, once mortal, now reflected Eternity itself. The laws that once governed gods now bowed to him, rewriting themselves into verses of his will.
The world did not yet know it, but the name Ashura had become a law.
From that moment onward, the heavens would remember him as:
—The Eternal One.
When the surge faded, a low chant echoed through the realms. Wraiths — countless, endless — knelt in synchronized devotion. Cloaked in ethereal black and pale fire, their forms rippled like torn memories, their blades humming with the rhythm of his rebirth.
From among them stepped ten figures.
Each emanated a presence that could have ended eras.
The first knelt, sword driven into the earth of shadow.
"My liege… Everos, the Obsidian Oath, stands once more to serve The Eternal One."
Ashura's gaze lowered upon his most devoted knight.
"Rise, Everos. The era of false gods ends today."
The Authorities of the Eternal One
The surge of his ascension had granted him dominion over fundamental truths. Each authority born from the culmination of every life he had ever lived, every battle, every god he had slain.
Authority of Eternity: Time cannot claim him. Wounds, age, and even memory yield before his existence. Authority of Dominion: Reality bends under command — from storms to souls, from wraiths to gods. Authority of Reversal: Cause and consequence may be inverted by will; death undone, victory rewritten. Authority of Soulstorm: The essence of creation can be weaponized — his soul erupts as an elemental catastrophe. Authority of the Veil: Conceals his nature even from the All-Seeing Eyes; divinity perceives only a void. Authority of Judgment: Truth itself answers to his voice; lies dissolve, gods kneel.
These were not borrowed powers. They were truths rewritten in his name.
As his realm stabilized, his wraiths dispersed across the skies — the Eternal Legion, a thousand shadows bound by loyalty. But among them, ten would forever be remembered as the foundation of his dominion.
Everos, the Obsidian Oath
High Marshal of the Legion. His armor shimmered like fractured night. When he moved, the air shuddered as though in reverence. The Black Aegis at his hip was no mere weapon — it was a binding of promises, every oath Everos had made to Ashura carved into its obsidian edge.
When he spoke, the stars seemed to listen.
"For every dawn that rises, my blade shall remind them who birthed it."
As he departed to inspect the mortal realm, his cloak trailed like a wound in reality — heading toward the Bellet estate, where the faintest trace of corruption pulsed.
The Encounter - (With Everos on his way to protect Ashura's Family and Lysera)
The streets were dark and still.
Only the wind, faint and cold, stirred the dust.
Then — a sound.
Wet, mechanical. Like a heartbeat wrapped in steel.
Everos halted. His helm tilted slightly.
Before him, something wrong stepped out of the air — a soldier of the Outer Gods, its body a mess of tentacles and bone, its armor made of melted prayers. It dragged a blade that dripped starlight.
The creature hissed in a voice that grated against reason.
"A servant of the mortal god… you reek of divinity. Die nameless."
Everos chuckled, his tone sharp as the clash of two blades.
"Nameless? Fool. I am the oath that broke empires. I am Everos, the Obsidian Oath — First Knight of The Eternal One."
He drew his sword.
The night shattered.
Their clash tore the street apart. Sparks like constellations burst across stone; each swing of Everos's blade carried divine density, every strike punctuated by the rhythm of ancient vengeance. The Outer God soldier countered with inhuman precision, tendrils snapping, claws igniting with eldritch flame.
Everos deflected a blow, carving a vertical arc that sundered the creature's weapon. He stepped forward, helm lowering, his voice a growl between honor and fury.
"You dare trespass upon the ground of my lord's home. For that alone—your existence is sin."
The creature lunged, roaring in a thousand overlapping voices.
Everos caught it mid-leap, impaling it with his sword — black energy spiraling up the blade, devouring the creature's scream into silence.
He twisted the weapon once, almost mercifully.
"Your god may linger in the void… but The Eternal One reigns over it now."
He withdrew his blade. The being fell to ash, its remnants dissolving into the wind.
Everos turned, brushing dust from his armor. He looked up toward the moon, whispering a vow only the night would hear.
"My liege, none shall touch what bears your name. Not gods, not monsters. So long as I draw breath, Eternity itself shall bleed before you."
Far away, upon the throne of starlight, Ashura opened his eyes — and the faintest smirk crossed his lips.
He had heard every word.
The age of the Eternal One had begun.
And even the gods trembled beneath it.