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Sovereign Of The Absolute

The origin of the races is a legend buried beneath blood and silence. In Eiralon, six races rule the world. In the shadows, however, the Estiels endure — the only race of men born with strength comparable to beasts — treated as an ancient mistake, erased deep within the heart of a forbidden forest. It was among them that Riven was born. Fragile. Breakable. A flaw that should never have existed — and that not even fate dared to acknowledge. While his people worshiped brute strength, Riven learned to survive with his mind. Where others raised swords and chanted magic, he gathered strategies, patterns, weaknesses. He mastered knowledge of deadly creatures. Strategy instead of brutality. For long enough, he believed that thinking would be enough to make him useful. Until the day his “safe” world shattered. And for the first time, Riven understood the cruelest truth: no one spares the weak — and to love someone in Eiralon is to have something they can tear away from you. To keep existing… and not abandon the one he loves… Riven accepted an ancient power, beyond any known limit of mana — a power with no return. The disease that devours him has a mysterious origin, and the cost is not only physical: his soul begins to fracture into multiple consciousnesses. With every decision, he becomes less human. With every step, pain stops being a warning… and becomes fuel. Riven does not walk to save kingdoms. He walks because stopping means losing everything. And when the world finally understands what he has become, there will be no room left for destiny’s betrayals. Only silence will remain… and voices bowed low enough to say: — We salute the Sovereign.
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ls novel ke pehle chapter me kahani ki narrator khud apni life introduce karti hai — ek aisi ladki jo har jagah maujood hote hue bhi logon ki nazaron me nahi aati. Uski life quietly chal rahi hoti hai, bina kisi bade drama ke, lekin andar hi andar ek gehri tanhaai hai jo har scene me mehsoos hoti hai. School me woh hamesha middle bench par baithti hai — ek symbolic jagah jahan na zyada attention hota hai aur na hi expectations. Class, corridors aur break time ke scenes me dikhaya gaya hai ki kaise woh groups ke paas rehkar bhi unka hissa nahi ban paati. Uski baatein aksar shuru hone se pehle hi dab jaati hain, aur dheere-dheere woh chup rehne ko apna normal maan leti hai. Ghar ka mahaul bhi kuch alag nahi hai. Family ke beech rehkar bhi woh apni baat poori nahi keh paati. “Baad me” aur “ruk jao” jaise shabdon ke saath uski awaaz dheere-dheere kam hoti chali jaati hai. Is chapter me external conflict kam hai, lekin internal struggle ka weight zyada hai. Kahani ka pehla emotional turning point tab aata hai jab ek classmate casually keh deti hai, “Tum dikhai kam deti ho.” Ye line narrator ke liye sirf ek comment nahi hoti, balki ek mirror ban jaati hai jisme woh khud ko pehli baar clearly dekhti hai. Chapter ka suspenseful end tab hota hai jab narrator ko apne purane school bag me ek folded paper milta hai, jisme uski hi handwriting me likha hota hai: “Ek din main bolungi.” Ye discovery is baat ka hint deti hai ki narrator hamesha se quiet nahi thi — uski past me kuch aisa hai jo usse yaad nahi, lekin jo uski present identity ko shape kar raha hai.
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