The void was silent. Then, it screamed.
Erevan opened his eyes, and the cosmos itself shivered. Power surged through him not like the weak bursts of mortals or the controlled might of dragons, but a raw, infinite force, as if reality itself bowed to his presence.
From his first breath, he felt the flow of every skill, every spell, every martial technique in existence. Not just the knowledge, but the ability to use them, to adapt, to evolve. This was not luck or training it was Ascension.
He stood, and the ground cracked beneath him. Mountains crumbled. Sky bent under his gaze. And far above, dragons soaring in divine arrogance froze mid-flight, sensing the tremor of his awakening.
"Mortals call me man… dragons call me prey… gods call me heretic," Erevan whispered, his voice cutting through reality itself. "But I… I am absolute."
Before him, a dragon of celestial fire descended. Its scales were harder than worlds, its eyes galaxies of wrath. It roared, and the heavens split.
Erevan smiled. He stretched his hand and absorbed the dragon's very essence, breaking it down molecule by molecule, converting its power into his own. Where it breathed fire, he now commanded it. Where it wielded storms, he now bent them to his will. And in that instant, he learned the dragon's secret skill: Divine Flight of Annihilation, now his to use.
From this single battle, he gained not just strength, but insight. Each foe could teach him, each victory could reshape him. Gods themselves, he realized, were not above him they were objectives.
Hours passed like seconds. Erevan fought, devoured, and absorbed. A hydra that guarded a forgotten temple became his shield. A god of war who thought himself eternal fell and became a weapon in Erevan's arsenal. And with every kill, every conquest, his power multiplied exponentially.
By the time the night sky returned, it was unrecognizable. Stars bent, constellations fell, and the air itself vibrated with his presence. He was no longer a man. He was a storm, a predator, a godkiller.
"Bring me the gods," he murmured, "bring me the dragons… bring me everything that dares to claim dominion over existence."
The world knew only one truth now: Erevan would ascend beyond all limits and none would survive his rise.