Ash emerged from the shimmering tides of the Origin Zone — no longer a fragment of the past, but the completed form of the Supreme Being. Reality itself bent gently around him, not in fear, but in recognition.
Behind him, the Twelve Thrones that had been dormant for countless eons began to pulse.
Each throne had once held a Supreme Being — gods who shaped the foundations of all universes, whose philosophies clashed, and whose wars had once threatened to tear existence apart. Now, one by one, they awakened.
The first to rise was Kaalketu, the Weaver of Ends. His presence was dark and cold, his body draped in shadows that whispered of timelines forgotten.
> "So… the cycle has reset. You must be the New Prime," Kaalketu said, his voice like falling ash.
Ash didn't flinch. "I am not new. I am the result of everything. I've lived as mortal. I've learned."
Kaalketu's eyes narrowed. "Then you are weaker than the rest of us."
But before the tension could escalate, a radiant light broke through the zone as Iravati, Flame of Mercy, awakened. She shone like a gentle sun, her aura warm, her voice melodious.
> "Peace, Kaalketu. He is the Prime now. And I feel no madness in him."
Kaalketu scoffed but said no more.
Next came Zoraan, Lord of Echoes, his body translucent, echoing every word moments before he spoke it. "We remember… him… don't we… yes… we do."
One by one, they all awoke:
Shaalrith, the Blood Architect.
Nymira, Mistress of Probabilities.
Druvraas, Bearer of the Cosmic Lock.
Viraas, the Voice in Silence.
Mokshaka, the Dream Unbroken.
Ervian, Shepherd of Lost Light.
Taarank, the Thousand-Eyed Seer.
Lunavastra, Weaver of Unreal Stars.
And finally, Agaat, the Boundless Hunger.
They all gathered before Ash, silent now, waiting.
Ash stood tall, his voice firm.
> "The universe you left behind has grown. It has flourished. Mortals do not just destroy. They create. They love. They hope. They learn. And I will not let you destroy them again."
Kaalketu stepped forward. "And what if we vote against you?"
Ash raised his hand, and reality trembled. "Then you will remember why I was the First."
The Supreme Beings paused.
Iravati smiled. "Let us vote then. Let the First Convergence in eons… begin."
A grand circle formed. Twelve divine flames. One throne of light.
Each Supreme Being held a shard of their core, their vote in pure essence.
Some burned with resistance. Others shimmered with curiosity.
Ash placed his shard last.
And then, the flames danced.
The votes were cast.
Eleven shards rose.
One… fell.
All eyes turned toward Agaat, the Boundless Hunger.
> "Mortals are flawed," Agaat snarled. "They must be unmade. This cycle must end in silence."
Ash's aura ignited, white flames pulsing with divine judgment.
> "Then I'll defend them. Even from you."
The Origin Zone began to tremble. The vote had passed — not unanimously.
The Era of Supreme War had begun again.
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