The Plane had changed.
No longer an empty silence, no longer a place of dreaming potential — the Silent Abyss now throbbed with purpose. New rivers of light stitched themselves through the obsidian land, like veins carrying command itself. Black suns hovered lower, casting long shadows across the wide platform where the Throne stood. The multiverse had not yet seen it, had not yet understood — but it would. This was no longer merely a domain. It was an Empire.
And Veyrath had returned.
He sat upon the Black Throne — now ablaze with cracks of black-silver fire — as the Ancients, the Empress, and the First Knight knelt before him.
Eight in total.
The First Court of Sovereignty.
He rose.
The Plane bowed in silent reverence. Galaxies folded across dimensions, their light bending under the weight of his will.
Veyrath's gaze passed over each of them, slow and deliberate.
Varek of Kozurai, who had never dropped his blade. Xeron of Xavora, whose mind endured exile. Myrthus of Myraku, whose patience outlasted empires. Zavrek of Zorak, whose lies outlived truth. Selvara of Selvane, who dreamed beyond dreaming. Ravena of Ravael, whose wrath was endless flame.
Seraphis, the Empress. Caelora, the First Knight.
"Rise," he commanded softly.
They stood — one by one — with heads bowed low.
"You have waited," Veyrath said. "You have remembered what others forgot. You have kept faith."
He raised his hand. Black-silver flames curled around his fingers, spinning in intricate spirals.
"For that, I give you titles — eternal, and unchallenged. Not thrones. Not rule. But names that shall echo until time dies."
He pointed first to Varek.
"Varek of Kozurai. From this moment forth, you are the Breaker of Frontiers — the blade that carves paths through resistance."
To Xeron:
"Xeron of Xavora. You are the Voice of the Sovereign Will — speaker of law, breaker of dissent."
To Myrthus:
"Myrthus of Myraku. You are the Whisper in the Veil — the unseen edge between worlds."
To Zavrek:
"Zavrek of Zorak. You are the Dreamsmith of the Throne — the illusion that shapes belief."
To Selvara:
"Selvara of Selvane. You are the Weaver of Silent Empires — the sleepwalker who binds nations."
To Ravena:
"Ravena of Ravael. You are the Breaker of Bastions — the storm that brings all fortresses to ruin."
And then he turned to the two closest to his Throne.
To Caelora:
"You are and remain my First Knight. My shield. My silence between the stars."
To Seraphis:
"You are my Empress. Heart of the Throne. Keeper of what is mine."
The Court stood in silence, bound by new names. Not of office. Not of hierarchy. But of essence. And then — Seraphis stepped forward.
She did not kneel this time. She walked forward slowly and stopped at the foot of the Throne. Her voice trembled with reverence.
"My King," she said. "There is one more matter. One soul you must know of before we move to conquest."
He said nothing. The Abyss listened.
"Her name is Kaguya," Seraphis said.
And then she began.
She told him of Earth — a small world tucked away like a secret. Of how the primitive Otsutsuki clans sent her there, not in honor, but as fuel. A sacrifice. A tool to grow the God Tree.
She spoke of how Kaguya rebelled, how she seized the fruit before it could be devoured by Isshiki, how she awakened the Primordial Tenseigan — a power no one knew still slept in her blood.
She described Kaguya's fear — her fierce, broken love for a King she had never met, yet always believed in. Her betrayal by her sons. Her war. Her sealing.
And finally, she spoke of the shadow that remained — Black Zetsu, her final whisper of loyalty.
When Seraphis finished, her voice cracked with grief.
"She waited for you, my King. Even sealed. Even broken. She was yours."
The Court was silent.
And then Veyrath stood.
The Abyss trembled. The suns flickered.
His voice was calm. Eternal.
"I already know."
The words fell like a hammer upon the Plane.
Veyrath's gaze lifted, seeing across worlds. Beyond time. Beyond stars.
"She was mine the moment her heart remembered what her mind could not. She will not remain in chains."
He turned back to the Court.
"Prepare the banners. Prepare the legions."
A pause.
"Earth shall be the first."
And in the far distance, where the Moon floated silently above a forgotten blue world, a single flicker of silver-blue stirred in the darkness.
Kaguya smiled in her sleep.
The King had remembered her.
The conquest had begun.