The chamber was gone.
All that remained was light—not the light of stars, but the first light, the one that had existed before anything else had the right to shine.It burned through my veins, tore through the sigils, devoured the air itself.
And in that silence, I heard it speak.
A voice without sound, a presence that filled every corner of thought.
Do you wish to understand, little vessel? Then see what you carry.
Reality bent.
In an instant, I was standing before something infinite—an ocean of light and shadow swirling through eternity.Around it, seventeen colossal circles rotated, each one layered with sigils so vast that galaxies flickered like dust along their edges.
"These are the Ranks of Existence."
The voice echoed—not from above or below, but within everything.
"From G to SSS, mortals crawl. Their spirits spark, their blood burns, their will reshapes the air.They climb through struggle, through pain, through the endless hunger to become more."
Each circle flared as it spoke, visions unfolding—warriors breaking mountains, sorcerers bending oceans, gods born from chaos.
"Those who reach SSS-Rank—the Cosmic Tier—command existence itself. Worlds bend, dimensions kneel, reality calls their name."
The tenth circle blazed so bright that my vision fractured.
"Beyond that," it continued, voice deepening, "lie the divine scales—the ranks no mortal tongue should name."
The next rings ignited, one after another—Divine, Divine Lord, Supreme, Supreme Lord, God, Omnipotent, Creator.
Each word was a thunderclap that reshaped the void.
"Those of the Divine Ranks rule the laws of existence.They command fire, life, death, time. They are the judges and architects of your universe."
A thousand images flickered: beings of unimaginable beauty and terror shaping galaxies with their thoughts.
"But even they…" the voice trembled with something close to amusement,"even they are bound by the system—by this chain of seventeen rings."
The circles froze mid-rotation.
And then, one by one, they cracked.
"You," the voice whispered, "are not bound."
The seventeenth ring shattered completely.Fragments of divine light drifted upward like dying stars.
"Your seal predates the first Rank.The gods built these hierarchies to measure the shadow of what sleeps within you.Every system—every classification of power—exists to define your absence."
My heartbeat echoed like a drum across the cosmos.
"When your seal stirred, every existence felt it."
Across Creation
In the Infernal Realms:The Overlord of Demon Lords, his eyes burning with black suns, looked up from his throne of obsidian flame. The air cracked around him."Something just looked at me," he growled—and for the first time in ten thousand years, his voice carried fear.
In the Celestial Realms:The Seraphic Choir halted their hymns. Their wings folded, trembling, as golden feathers turned to ash mid-flight.The highest of them whispered, "The Origin… it moved."
In the Depths of the Void:An ancient dragon sleeping between dying stars opened one eye."What arrogance," it murmured. "No… what memory."
Across mortal worlds, prophets screamed, stars flickered, and entire pantheons turned their gaze toward Earth—the world that had once been silent, now trembling with the pulse of something older than time.
Back in the chamber, I gasped. My body felt too small—too fragile to contain what was waking.
The blood of trillions of worlds, it whispered. The end and the beginning of everything. They sealed me within you not to protect you… but to protect reality from me.
The Queen fell to her knees, clutching her head as her royal aura shattered like glass.Even Carmila, her crimson eyes blazing with power, was forced to bow beneath the pressure, her voice shaking."Adrian… stop… please…"
But I couldn't.
The air around me fractured like a mirror.
They called me many names—Origin, Endbringer, the Infinite Heart.But you may call me what they feared most…
A pause.
—The Unranked.
The chamber exploded in black and gold light, the seventeen circles dissolving completely.
When the light faded, I was alone amid silence.Carmila lay unconscious beside the fallen Queen.The Seer of Blood was gone—nothing but dust and crimson mist where she had stood.
The whisper was faint now, satisfied.
They have their ranks, their laws, their limits. But you, vessel—you are the law's end.
You are the void between existence and meaning.
And as I stood there, trembling, I understood:This wasn't awakening.
It was a warning.
The seal hadn't broken.
It had stirred—and the cosmos was already trembling in fear.