Chapter 12: Origin Ascendant – The Rift's Final Seal and the Truth of Worlds
Thirty days.
That was all that remained before the Abyssal Rift would either close forever under Elaric's growing authority… or tear wide enough to swallow the entire northern continent.
The command citadel had become a living bastion of creation. Every dawn, the Worldforger Architect class passively improved every array, wall, and weapon by another fraction of a percent—now compounding to +42% overall strength since the Nexathar battle. The pass no longer looked like a defensive line; it resembled a divine fortress carved from storm, sunlight, and void-reforged stone.
Elaric stood alone atop the highest spire at midnight, thirty days to the hour since Nexathar's unmaking. The Crown of Eternal Dawn glowed softly on his brow. Zephyr circled in wide, silent arcs above. Nyxara rested her horn against his leg, judgment flames flickering in quiet vigil.
He had not slept in the mortal sense for weeks. Origin Sovereign class allowed him to cycle consciousness through micro-reversions and eternal regeneration loops—rest without pause.
Tonight, he would master the final piece.
Origin Breath – Full Mastery Attempt
He closed his eyes.
Every system aligned in perfect harmony:
• Mana Core: wind-lightning infinity
• Qi Golden Core: 100% condensed, nascent soul infant already forming within
• Aura Body: Palace Knight peak, aura now liquid sunlight
• Ki Sea: liquid killing intent fused with judgment
• Sylvaine True Eagle Bloodline + Void Eclipse Fragment: silver-black wings of origin light
• Tempest of Silent Judgment domain: expanded to 200 meters, self-sustaining
• Classes: Nascent Eternity Sovereign (daily compounding), Worldforger Architect (eternal creation), Origin Sovereign (transcendent unification)
All converged in his dantian.
He inhaled once—drawing ambient energy from the Rift itself.
Then exhaled.
Origin Breath – Complete Form: Sovereign's Verdict
No sound.
No wind.
Only light.
A perfect sphere of white-gold origin radiance expanded outward from his mouth—slowly at first, then accelerating until it swallowed the entire northern pass in a single heartbeat.
Inside the sphere: time dilated. Wounds closed instantly. Meridians widened. Cores stabilized. Even the lowliest Qi Condensation soldier felt their dantian tremble with breakthrough potential.
Outside the sphere: the Rift screamed.
The tear in reality buckled. Void cracks reversed direction—golden threads of creation sewing them shut like divine sutures. The world-core essence Elaric had absorbed from Nexathar pulsed in resonance, accelerating the seal.
DING!
Origin Breath – Mastery Achieved (100%)
Cooldown Reduced: 7 days → 72 hours
New Passive: Verdict Resonance – Every use of Origin Breath permanently increases Rift closure progress by 3–5% (scales with enemy corruption absorbed)
First Full Realm Ascension Triggered Across All Systems
Pain—euphoric, transcendent—flooded every cell.
Mana Core shattered and reformed as Origin Core: iridescent sphere containing miniature storm galaxies.
Qi Golden Core birthed a perfect nascent soul—Elaric's own miniature self, already circulating origin qi.
Aura Body transcended flesh—now a vessel of liquid light that could phase through attacks.
Ki Sea became Origin Judgment Ocean—killing intent now carried creation's verdict.
Bloodline fully evolved: True Origin Eagle – wings of pure origin light, capable of spatial tearing and reformation.
Realm Status:
• Multi-System Peak Saint → Early Void Refinement (equivalent)
• Lifespan: Indefinite baseline
• Domain Authority: 47% (personal world seed forming)
The sphere receded.
The Rift—once a gaping wound—now measured only a kilometer wide. Thirty days of continuous sealing had been compressed into one breath.
The alliance below erupted in cheers. Horns blared. Arrays lit the night like new stars.
But Elaric did not smile.
He felt it—deep in the Rift's core, a final secret waiting.
He descended alone.
The deepest chamber of the Rift was no longer void-dark.
It glowed with the same white-gold as his Origin Breath.
At the center floated a cracked obsidian tablet the size of a small house. Runes older than Elyndor itself pulsed faintly.
Elaric placed his palm on it.
Cosmic Memory Inheritance Detected
Origin Sovereign Resonance: 100%
Access Granted – Truth of the Cycle
Images flooded his mind—not memories, but cosmic records.
Elyndor was not the first world.
It was the 1,247th iteration.
Every few millennia, when a "Void Child" rose—someone capable of mastering all systems simultaneously—the heavens triggered a cataclysm: beast tides, void rifts, divine tribulations. The child either ascended beyond the world… or was devoured, resetting the cycle.
The previous 1,246 had failed.
Their souls were trapped in the Rift's deepest layer—fuel for the next iteration.
Nexathar had been a guardian beast, not the source.
The source was the Cycle itself—a sentient mechanism designed to forge the ultimate Sovereign… or destroy all who approached too closely.
The tablet's final rune burned into his sea of consciousness:
"You are the 1,247th. Ascend, or become fuel."
Elaric withdrew his hand.
His nascent soul infant opened its eyes inside his core—mirroring his own cold smile.
"I choose neither."
He turned.
The Rift would close in twenty-nine days.
But the true war—the war against the Cycle—was only beginning.
The royal celebration lasted seven days.
Aetherion glittered under perpetual daylight arrays. Banquets filled every plaza. Parades of knights, mages, qi cultivators, and beast companions marched through streets lined with cheering citizens.
Elaric stood on the central balcony beside King Alaric, Crown of Eternal Dawn blazing.
The King raised a goblet.
"To Elaric Sylvaine—Duke-Protector, Rift-Slayer, Sovereign of Storms. The north is saved. The kingdom endures."
Cheers shook the palace foundations.
Then—private audience.
Only the royal family, Elaric, and Princess Elowen.
Alaric spoke plainly.
"The betrothal rights are yours. Choose."
Elaric looked at Elowen.
She stepped forward—no hesitation.
"I choose him," she said. "Not for crown, not for alliance. For the storm he carries… and the light he brings."
Elaric took her hand.
"Then I accept. When the Rift fully seals—our union will be announced. Equals. Partners. No chains."
The King smiled—rare, genuine.
"Done."
Cassian watched from the shadows, silent.
But Elaric's Storm Sovereign's Gaze caught the flicker—hidden talisman, encrypted message to southern houses.
Hidden threats remained.
Back at the pass—twenty-nine days remaining.
Elaric sat in meditation.
System Notification: Continuous Closure + Origin Breath Mastery + Cosmic Inheritance = Level 19 Reached
The wheel spun—Transcendent Tree fully unlocked.
Four options glowed, rarities exploding under triple Cosmic/Transcendent synergy:
Option 1 – Transcendent: Cycle Breaker
Option 2 – Transcendent: Void Sovereign Eternal
Option 3 – Transcendent: Absolute Origin Arbiter
Option 4 – Apotheosis (New Rarity – Beyond Transcendent): Heavenly Dao Sovereign
He selected the last.
Class Acquired: Heavenly Dao Sovereign (Apotheosis)
Equipped
All Previous Classes Evolve One Tier
• Nascent Eternity → Eternal Apex Sovereign
• Worldforger Architect → Cosmic Creation Sovereign
• Origin Sovereign → Primordial Origin Sovereign New Passive: Dao Authority – Host now imposes personal laws on reality within domain (limited to Saint-equivalent effects currently) New Active: Cycle Severance – Once per cycle (millennia), sever a cosmic mechanism (e.g., the Iteration Cycle). Cooldown: One use only. Overall Power Multiplier: ×12.4
Elaric opened his eyes.
Wings of pure origin light unfurled—tearing space, reforming it.
The Rift trembled.
Twenty-nine days.
He would not just seal it.
He would rewrite what came after.
End of Chapter 12.
The Cycle knows his name. The kingdom celebrates. Elowen stands beside him. The final twenty-nine days approach.
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