"You are worthy of the Unwritten Thrones."
The sky rippled.
The Thrones descended, each radiating a unique presence.
Twelve seats.
Twelve different paths.
But something was wrong.
Aiden's smirk faded.
They're all full.
He scanned them.
Each throne, though empty, was tied to an existing rule, an existing concept.
Even if no one sat in them, they belonged to something.
And Aiden?
He didn't fit into any of them.
The Elders were waiting for him to choose.
But Aiden grinned.
"I see how it is."
He stepped forward.
The Elders watched in silence.
And thenβ
βπππππβ!
Aiden raised his fistβ
And punched the sky.
βπππππβ!
A shockwave ripped through reality, shaking the very foundation of the Eternal City.
The Twelve Thrones trembled.
But Aiden wasn't claiming one.
He was making his own.
