Kael stumbled as he emerged from the golden archway. He was no longer floating in the void—instead, he stood atop a vast, ancient throne room suspended in space. Stars twinkled through the cracks in its walls, and enormous celestial statues lined the hall, their eyes glowing with untold wisdom.
At the center of the room lay a broken throne, shattered into fragments, its once-glorious form reduced to ruins. Dark mist swirled around it, pulsating with an ominous energy.
A deep voice echoed through the chamber. "The Throne of Aeons… once the seat of creation… now a relic of destruction."
Kael turned sharply, his heart pounding. From the shadows stepped a figure clad in dark celestial armor, their presence warping the very fabric of reality.
"Who… are you?" Kael whispered, gripping his pendant.
The figure smiled, their eyes gleaming with cosmic fire. "I am the Shadow of Time. And you, Kael Drayven, have just taken your first step into the war of eternity."
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Chapter 6: The War of Eternity Begins
Kael barely had time to react before the air around him thickened with power. The Shadow of Time raised a hand, and the broken fragments of the Throne of Aeons began to rise, reassembling themselves into something unnatural—twisting, warping, reshaping reality itself.
"You are not the first to stand here," the Shadow said. "But you might be the last."
Kael's pulse quickened. He had no idea what kind of war he had just stepped into, but one thing was clear—the battle for existence had already begun.
And he was right in the middle of it.