The realm was silent. Not even the breath of creation dared to stir.
Then, Lioren, God of the Forgotten, spoke.
"You have chosen rebellion by your own free will.
Now its reward shall be upon you."
And in that moment, reality itself entered a trance.
Time bent, the stars dimmed, and existence waited for the decree to end.
"Appolyth the Fallen,
You shall no longer bear that name.
From this moment forth, you are The Lost.
Your will, your purpose, and the reason for your existence—
all shall be unmade.
You shall wander the Null, bound in silence, until eternity forgets your name."
Appolyth screamed, a sound that tore through the fabric of being.
Her body convulsed, her divine essence twisting into void.
The pure black in her eyes shattered, and what remained was emptiness—
a vessel stripped of purpose.
The Domain of the Gods fell into lifeless quiet.
Then her body descended—
down, down, into the chasm between worlds—
and that was the last anyone ever saw of Appolyth.
Her name became a curse.
Its utterance, a death sentence.
And so it was… until even the memory of her name
was lost to the passage of time itself.