The Unseen Realm collapsed, twisting and warping as Aiden strode toward the Nameless Throne.
Reality itself fought against him.
The very concept of existence—of everything that had ever been—rejected him.
But Aiden?
He kept walking.
His golden aura flared, burning against the abyss, forcing the Unseen Realm to acknowledge his presence.
"You do not belong here."
The whispers of the realm grew desperate, unraveling.
"You are breaking something that cannot be fixed."
Aiden grinned.
"Good."
And then—
He stepped forward again.
And the Nameless Throne reacted.
The Throne That Should Not Be Claimed
The moment Aiden got close, the air cracked.
The space around the Nameless Throne twisted, pulling apart at the seams.
Because this throne?
It had never been meant for anyone.
Not gods.
Not Elders.
Not rulers.
It was the first throne.
