Kael Veyris steps through the edge of reality, where known universes fade into the void.
Beyond lies infinite potential realms unformed, species unborn, threads of existence still waiting for shape.
With a wave of his claw, entire worlds materialize:
Oceans shimmer with liquid light.
Mountains rise, infused with draconic essence.
Forests hum with life that has never existed.
Dragons born here roar, instinctively recognizing Kael as their Progenitor.
Mortals awaken with latent power, ready to thrive in these new realms.
Even ancient entities, older than gods themselves, pause feeling the pulse of Kael's evolving soul.
Everything weaker than me, Kael whispers,
aligns with my vision. Everything stronger watches and learns.
Lyra threads fate across these realms, Virelya reshapes chaos into creation, Korynthia stabilizes all new life, and Drakanyra integrates dragonkind across realities.
The multiverse hums. New worlds, species, and civilizations form under Kael's hand not by force, but by presence, vision, and authority.
Kael smiles, calm and precise.
This is not just an Empire.
This is the beginning of infinite creation… under my guidance.
And somewhere beyond the void, even the oldest beings sense it: Kael Veyris is no longer limited. He is the constant, the origin, and the anchor of all existence weaker than him.