Eryndor was not originally born in the cultivation world. Long before immortals, heavenly sects, and spiritual realms became part of his life, he belonged to another dimension entirely—a modern world far weaker, quieter, and painfully ordinary compared to the violent universe he now walked through. In that world, Eryndor was simply a lonely young man carrying years of emotional emptiness inside him. He grew up distant from others, unable to fully connect even with his own family, as if something inside him had always separated him from normal life. His parents loved him deeply, especially his mother, who constantly worried about the sadness hidden behind his calm personality, but Eryndor himself never understood why he always felt hollow no matter where he was. He had friends, dreams, and people who cared about him, yet deep inside there was always a strange feeling—as if he were waiting for something he could not remember. That quiet emptiness followed him for years until the night everything changed forever.
One evening, while traveling alone during heavy rain, Eryndor discovered ancient ruins buried beneath an abandoned underground structure hidden far outside the city. Nobody else knew the place existed. The deeper he walked into the ruins, the stranger reality became. The walls carried symbols no human language should have understood, and the air itself felt unnaturally heavy, almost alive. At the center of the ruins stood a massive black throne surrounded by endless darkness, and sitting upon it was a dying figure—a godlike being whose body looked shattered by time itself. Its eyes opened the moment Eryndor stepped forward. In that instant, Eryndor felt something impossible: recognition. Not from himself… but from the creature staring directly into his soul. The dying god spoke only a few words: "At last… a heart empty enough to carry the hunger." Before Eryndor could even react, the ruins collapsed around him as the throne released a terrifying force that consumed the entire chamber. That was the moment he died in his original world.
But death never truly claimed him. Instead of disappearing, Eryndor awakened inside the body of a young cultivator within another dimension entirely—a world ruled by cultivation sects, immortal clans, spiritual beasts, and heavenly laws. At first, he believed it was reincarnation, but over time he realized the truth was far stranger. His soul had not simply been reborn. It had been dragged across dimensions by the entity from the throne itself. The cultivation world became his prison and his second life simultaneously. He retained fragments of memories from his original world—his mother's voice, the sound of rain against windows, faint images of people he once loved—but those memories slowly became distant and painful, like pieces of someone else's existence fading away. No matter how much he searched, Eryndor could never find a path back home because the force inside him had severed his connection to his original reality the moment it marked him.
As Eryndor adapted to the cultivation world, strange abnormalities began appearing around him. Spiritual energy reacted unnaturally in his presence. Cultivators felt fear without understanding why. Ancient ruins trembled when he approached. At first, he believed it was simply a rare power or curse, but the truth slowly revealed itself piece by piece. The entity from the throne had not possessed him completely—it had fused with him. Deep within Eryndor's body existed a fragment of the "Throne of the Starved God," an ancient cosmic force older than the heavens themselves. Unlike normal cultivation powers, the Throne did not rely on spiritual energy. It consumed existence itself—fear, imbalance, life force, even the laws of heaven. That was why Eryndor's aura felt wrong to everyone around him. He was not cultivating spiritual power the way immortals did. He was unknowingly becoming a vessel for something beyond cultivation entirely.
The true horror of the Throne of the Starved God was its nature. Long ago, before the current heavens existed, the Starved God was one of the original Throne-Bearers—entities who stood above cosmic laws and fed upon reality itself. But the heavens eventually turned against those beings, sealing or destroying them to preserve balance. The Starved God was among the last to fall. Mortally wounded and abandoned within forgotten ruins between dimensions, it waited endlessly for a compatible soul strong enough to inherit its hunger. Most souls shattered instantly upon contact with the Throne, unable to survive its emptiness. But Eryndor was different. His loneliness, pain, emotional isolation, and quiet suffering created a void inside him large enough for the Throne to root itself into his existence without destroying him immediately. In many ways, Eryndor was chosen not because he was powerful—but because he was already broken enough to survive the bond.
The reason Eryndor continues losing control is because the Throne inside him is slowly awakening. Every time he feels fear, anger, despair, or isolation, the hunger grows stronger. The cracked seal placed upon his chest only delays the process temporarily. As the Throne awakens, Eryndor begins unconsciously affecting the world around him: spiritual energy disappears near him, living creatures weaken, and even the heavens themselves react violently to his existence. Yet despite all this darkness, one part of Eryndor still desperately clings to his humanity. His memories of his family, his old world, and the small emotional connections he forms with people like Mei Lin and Wizyan are the only things preventing the Throne from consuming him entirely. That internal struggle—the battle between cosmic hunger and human emotion—is the true core of his journey.
What Eryndor still does not fully understand is the prophecy surrounding him. According to ancient forbidden texts, the return of the Starved Throne signals either the destruction of the heavens… or the rebirth of existence itself. Nobody knows which outcome is true, not even Aluki, the strongest cultivator alive. Some believe Eryndor will become the next Starved God and devour all creation. Others believe he may be the only being capable of breaking the endless cycle of cosmic destruction caused by the heavens and the Throne-Bearers. But one terrifying truth remains undeniable: Eryndor is no longer just a human trapped in another world. He has become the center of a conflict older than time itself—a living bridge between humanity and an ancient hunger that was never meant to awaken again.