The world of Sevaria was not always as it was today. In the distant past, it was a place of peace, governed by celestial beings who wielded unfathomable power. However, as the eons passed, the fabric of reality began to fray, and the Astral Veils that separated the realms of the divine, the ethereal, and the mortal shattered.
The Celestial Sphere, home to the gods, was the first to fall. Their power and influence spilled into the world, creating a ripple effect. The Ethereal Sphere, a realm of raw cosmic energy, followed soon after, its magic bleeding into the Mortal Sphere. It was the Mortal Sphere, where humanity once lived in ignorance of such forces, that suffered the most. The disruption caused the land to fracture, reshaping the very nature of existence. In the wake of these upheavals, the lives of ordinary people were forever altered.
Among those who were born after the Great Convergence, there were few who remained untouched. These individuals were known as the Veilborn, born with Astral Marks that granted them powers drawn from the newly merged realms. But unlike the others who were blessed with talents that made them revered, Kriel was one of the unfortunate few who was born Markless, casting him into a life of suffering and isolation.
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Ethren- Age 6
Kriel could not remember the first time he'd been cast aside. The scorn and mockery, the whispered insults that followed him wherever he went, had become part of his world. His birth had been met with disappointment, the elders of the village staring at him as if he were an aberration—a failure born of the chaos that had consumed the world.
"You don't belong here," one of the village children whispered, her words slicing through his fragile resolve like a knife. "You're nothing. No Astral Mark, no power, no future."
The Awakening Rite was meant to be a celebration for all the children born after the Convergence. It was the moment when the Veilborn first discovered the power they inherited. But for Kriel, it was a public execution of his worth—or lack thereof. The moment the magic of the Rite failed him, the villagers marked him as a failure, a useless burden. His body had not been filled with the same raw cosmic power that radiated from the other children.
But no one knew that beneath his cold, emotionless gaze, something far darker stirred. Kriel did not see himself as failed. He
saw the world as the one that had failed him.
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ETHREN Age 10
By the time Kriel was ten, he had learned to hide the wrath that simmered inside him, using his silence as armor against the world. The other Veilborn children mocked him for his weakness, their powers flaring around him as they flaunted their abilities. Telekinesis, elemental manipulation, and enhanced senses gifts they had received, while he was cursed with nothing.
Kriel's life was a constant cycle of ridicule. He spent his days wandering the dark corners of Ethren, the village that had cast him aside, and his nights scraping together food from scraps discarded by others. But hatred was a fierce teacher. And as much as he was despised, he grew stronger.
One evening, as Kriel walked down the path to the market, a group of older Veilborn boys blocked his way. They were Academy-bound, their Astral Marks gleaming with power, their eyes filled with arrogant superiority.
"Well, well,one of them sneered." "The Markless one, still breathing, I see."
Kriel said nothing, his eyes focused on the ground. He knew better than to provoke the at least, that's what he told himself.
"What's the matter?" another boy laughed, "Afraid? You should be."
Kriel's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white as he forced himself to remain still. Deep within him, a dark energy stirred—something ancient, something hungry. He had been pushed too far.
"You'll never be anything but scum," the first boy mocked.
But Kriel didn't flinch. Instead, he raised his gaze, his eyes glinting with a quiet fury that made even the bravest hesitate. For a brief moment, the mocking smiles faltered.
In that split second, Kriel's mind was already working calculating, waiting for the right moment. The boy lunged forward, his flames sparking from his palm, but Kriel sidestepped, striking with the precision of a serpent. His fist landed, and the boy's smug grin faltered as he staggered back, clutching his bleeding nose.
"You're pathetic," Kriel spat. "You think you're powerful because you've been given a gift? Power doesn't make you strong. I will destroy you all."
The boy stumbled backward, his eyes wide in shock, and his friends hesitated. Kriel's eyes were colder than ice, and his words hit with the weight of a promise.
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Ethren - Age 16
By the time Kriel was sixteen, the Academy had become a symbol of everything he hated. Every year, children like him were tested, marked, and either accepted or rejected by the Institute of Astral Arts, where the most powerful Veilborn trained. Those who gained entrance were guaranteed power, prestige, and influence. Kriel would never be one of them, not in their eyes.
But that didn't stop him from watching. That night, as the Astral Trials were held for those seeking entrance into the Academy, Kriel stood at the edge of the square, watching the fireworks and magical lights that lit up the skies. Veilborn children demonstrated their powers in front of the recruiters, their Astral Marks flaring as they effortlessly performed feats of strength, speed, and control.
Kriel's stomach churned with envy and resentment. If only he had been given a chance.
Suddenly, the air shifted. The atmosphere grew heavy, thick with a dark presence that seemed to distort reality. Kriel's heart skipped a beat as a figure emerged from the shadows—its presence so overwhelming that even the laughter and cheers of the Academy candidates died in an instant.
The cloaked figure stepped into the clearing, and Kriel's breath caught in his throat. The being's eyes were like two burning suns, and the air crackled with energy around it. It spoke with a voice that reverberated through the fabric of space itself.
"You are the one I seek."
Kriel's pulse quickened. This was no ordinary encounter.
The being's voice continued, a whisper in his mind.
"Kriel … You have been chosen."
Before Kriel could respond, the figure reached out, its hand seizing his arm with the grip of a cosmic force. For a moment, Kriel felt his body go numb he was basically paralyzed, as if his very soul was being torn away.
"Kriel",, Urgggh. !!!!!!! Urgggh!!!!???Urgggh cough uh boold?
He viciously dispite cough think bold of the incomprehensible pain he endure. He fought to break free, his body shuddering with the weight of an unknown power.And then, the darkness took him.
"Damn why this feel exiltriting Kriel grin power"
In that instant, Kriel understood the truth. His life, his hatred, everything had led him to this point. He was not the weak, forsaken child. He was something far worse.
"Kriel Huuuuuuhhh minicaly because he knew he'd become a GOD "
Kriel had become the vessel of chaos. The world would know his wrath...