Kairis Ash awoke not in his home, not even in the dungeon—but suspended in the infinite black of the Primordial Void. The stars here were unlike any celestial bodies he had seen: constellations that hummed with life, threads of raw creation weaving through the darkness, each pulse resonating like a heartbeat that stretched across the multiverse.
And there, sitting upon a throne of swirling void energy, was Lucien Dreamveil. His presence was absolute, a force that seemed to bend reality itself. Beside him, kneeling in unwavering discipline, was Malthior—the first commander of the Void Army—in his full, unrestrained glory. Power radiated from him in waves, each exhale bending the void like molten gravity.
Lucien's voice, calm but resonant, echoed across the void. "Kairis Ash. Step forward."
Kairis, bloodied and battered from the dungeon trials, obeyed, walking across the infinite nothingness as if gravity itself guided him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles still sore from fighting the copied commanders, his hands sticky with blood. And yet, he felt no fear—only anticipation.
"You have completed the Trial of the Void Apostles," Lucien continued, his gaze piercing through the layers of Kairis's consciousness. "Every step, every death, every adaptation—you have surpassed my expectations. You have mastered your gravity affinity while maintaining the discipline, cunning, and heart of a true warrior."
Malthior's dark eyes flicked to Kairis, and a rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Big brother," Lucien said, his voice carrying a weight Kairis had not expected. "Call him Big Brother. He is your elder—not just in age, but in battle and spirit."
Kairis's lips quirked in a small smirk. "Big Brother, huh?" he muttered, bowing slightly to Malthior. There was no hesitation, no false respect—only acknowledgment of a superior warrior he had yet to surpass in full. Malthior inclined his head, the ghost of a grin lingering.
Lucien's eyes glowed faintly, and his hand extended. "Your ascension begins now."
Light, or perhaps void, enveloped Kairis. The sensations were unlike anything he had experienced. Gravity twisted around him, flowing into him and out, pulsing through his veins. Every muscle, every nerve, every ounce of strength and agility he had honed in the dungeon seemed to synchronize with the primordial essence of the void itself.
[Ascension: True Apostle of Void Initiated]
[Gravity Mastery: Integration Complete]
[Void Resonance: Synchronization 100%]
Lucien's voice cut through the overwhelming surge of power. "Your strength is no longer confined to what you wield. You now embody the void itself, Kairis Ash. But with power comes responsibility—choices you make will ripple across Aetherys and beyond."
Then, in a gesture both deliberate and ceremonial, Lucien presented Kairis with five distinct rewards, each shimmering with divine resonance:
1. Three Necklaces—crafted from the essence of creation, each intended for those dearest to him. Their power would protect, shield, and amplify the latent potential within Elyra, Aeren, and Kaiyara.
2. A Suit of Void-Infused Armor—made to perfectly fit Kairis, resistant to all forms of magic and energy-based attacks, yet flexible enough to allow full freedom of movement. A true combination of offense, defense, and style.
3. The Bodies of His Parents—restored from the chaos of the apocalypse, preserved and infused with void energy to allow Kairis the chance to bury them properly on Earth-10 in Aetherys, giving him closure for the family he had lost.
4. Final Apostolic Reward—Lucien placed a hand over Kairis's chest, and he felt a sudden infusion of knowledge, ability, and insight: mastery of gravity at a celestial level, enhanced void resonance, and subtle awareness of the multiversal threads that would allow him to perceive threats and opportunities far beyond ordinary perception.
Kairis's mind swirled with possibilities. His fingers grazed the necklaces—he could feel the energy radiating from them, each pulse attuned to the life of his loved ones. He could feel the void's hum inside the armor, waiting for him to move, strike, and adapt. And the presence of his parents… it was grounding. Pain, love, loss—all merged into a fierce resolve.
Malthior finally spoke. "I've observed every step you took, every death, every narrow escape. You adapted not because of luck, but because of the heart and mind of a true commander. Remember this, Kairis: the strength you wield is not only for survival—it is to shape what must survive."
Lucien's gaze softened slightly, though it remained impossibly commanding. "The instant dungeon was only the beginning. True challenges will test your mind, body, and spirit. But now… now you ascend. From this moment forward, you are the True Apostle of Void."
A luminous aura enveloped Kairis, stretching and twisting into shapes that seemed almost alive. Shadows and gravity coalesced around him, each movement of his body now carrying the weight of the void itself. The whispers of the dungeon, the echo of every trial, and the rhythm of countless deaths merged into one cohesive power that pulsed within him.
[Title Updated: True Apostle of Void]
[Class: Gravity Warrior – Apostolic Mastery]
[Abilities Unlocked: Celestial Gravity Control, Void Resonance, Gyro-Telekinesis Enhancement]
Lucien's hand flicked, and the infinite void of the Primordial Plane twisted around Kairis. In a moment, he felt himself descending, pulled back to Earth-10 in Aetherys. The city beneath was quiet, the night sky a mix of violet and gold—a rare calm before inevitable storms.
Standing before his new home, Kairis glanced down at the five gifts he now carried. His gaze hardened on the horizon, at the distant forests, ruins, and strongholds. This was only the beginning. Every enemy, every threat, every monster and rogue awakener would now feel the weight of the void—and the gravity it carried.
He could hear a familiar voice behind him: Kaiyara. She stepped closer, eyes wide with awe and concern. "Kairis… are you… are you okay?"
He smiled, exhaustion and confidence blending seamlessly. "I'm fine," he said, voice steady. "And now, I have the power to make sure we survive. I'm coming back stronger… for you, Elyra, Aeren, and everyone who depends on me."
As he held the necklaces, ready to give them to his loved ones, Kairis felt the weight of his legacy—of power, responsibility, and destiny. He was no longer just a survivor. He was the True Apostle of Void, a force born from the ashes of apocalypse, capable of bending gravity, shaping the battlefield, and standing against the end of worlds.
And far above, in the distant reaches of the void, Lucien Dreamveil observed silently, a faint, approving smile tugging at his lips. He is ready.