> "Before time learned to crawl, before gods learned to kneel—there was a scream in the dark.
And from that scream, came the Veil."
They say the cosmos was born from light.
They lie.
The cosmos was born from silence. A silence so absolute it fractured itself. In that fracture, reality bled—birthing realms, daos, heavens, and hells. But deep within the first silence, something else took root.
Hollowness.
And it remembered.
Before the current epoch, before the celestial courts drew their divine maps, there was once a Sect Beyond the Sects, a hidden lineage buried between veils. Its name erased, its legacy smeared with betrayal, and its only heir—left to rot in the womb of a dead realm.
His name was Kael Vanthelmir.
A child born of two forbidden bloodlines:
The Vanthelmir Ascendant Lineage, forged in the marrow of shattered stars.
And the Oblivion-Throned Genesis, a curse birthed from the collapse of a forgotten multiverse.
Once, he was a brother. A disciple. A soul who dared to trust.
Once.
But faith breeds betrayal.
His sect was annihilated by those who called themselves gods. His master sold him for ascension. His bloodline was chained beneath heaven's edict. And the woman he loved—
> "Kael," she whispered, as the sword pierced her back, "do not forget."
He did not.
He could not.
Not as he crawled through the Realm Between Veils.
Not as he devoured the flesh of dead daos to survive.
Not as he shattered his own soul to forge the Nihilborn Aeternum Body, a vessel of silence and hate.
In the blackness, he wept once. Then never again.
Now, the multiverse stirs.
The sacred courts chant prophecy:
> "A throne shall rise from the silence.
A monarch born not of fate, but of refusal.
One who devours tribulation, unchains the heavens, and sits upon the Pale Throne."
And in the center of that prophecy… is him.
> Kael Vanthelmir.
Last of the Veilborn.
He who walks where destiny dares not look.
He does not seek salvation.
He does not seek justice.
He seeks ascendancy—through betrayal, through reincarnation, through the broken bones of gods.
He will climb every realm.
He will master every Dao.
He will burn the heavens hollow—
> Until all that remains... is his silence.