In a world where myth and reality intertwine, and ancient legends walk amongst mortals, the fight for supremacy is eternal. Clans rise and fall with the tides, each vying for dominance in an ever-shifting world of political intrigue and bloodshed. Wars are fought not just between mortals, but gods, immortals, and ancient beings from all corners of Terra.
From the deified kings and powerful witches of Africa to the immortal sword masters of the Eastern Region, the great mages of Egypt to the seafaring warriors of Norse settlement
, the land is rife with conflict. Once mighty kingdoms crumble as easily as they rise, and in the shadow of each battle, the whispers of a singular truth echo: The Sovereignty of Absolute Strength.
In Terra, where even gods and Buddhas can fall, and mortals ascend to divinity with a single step, masters are as countless as the sands of Egypt and the old man next door may turn out to be a saint, nine great forces reign supreme. In the Benin Empire, none dare question Chief Witch Itohan the Queen Mother; among the berserkers of the Norse lands, Bear King Bjorn commands unwavering respect; while in the Busavata Village, Chieftain Raj wields absolute power. The Beast Emperor Musa of the Hausa rules with unmatched might, and in Greece, Spartan warriors guided by the Philosopher Abaris of Greece. Across the deserts of Egypt, the Great Pharaoh Bait stands eternal, while in the realm of Divine Spirits, Phoenix Empress Chan Yin and Dragon God Chan Yang slumber.
The Eight Path Alliance gathers the most formidable of beings: Fist Tyrant Danana, Sword Saint Hild, Alpha King Lycan, Crimson Devil Dracula, Saint Scholar Muhammad, Herbalist Wei Adebisi, Eternal Mage Merlin, Knight King Arthur, and Blade Savant Ebuka. And at the heart of it all, the Tower of Knowledge rises, a bastion of wisdom and unimaginable power.
Hidden in the shadows powers thought to be long gone watches but their schemes makes the mightiest of kingdoms to fall. In this brutal world, even gods are chess pieces with Buddhas as pawns.
Ancient beings, once worshipped as divine, now serve as mere pieces in the grand fight for Supremacy. From beastmasters who reign as sovereigns of beasts to mighty warriors whose fists breaks spacetime, every player has their eyes on the price; to become the Almighty.
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The wind howled across the desolate expanse of the Isoko Clan's ancestral grounds, echoing through the crumbling ruins. The once-proud stone buildings stood as hollow shells, weathered by years of neglect and time.
Karon stood alone, silhouetted against the darkening sky. The sun sank below the horizon, casting long shadows across the wasteland. His gaze swept across the desolation, lingering on the remnants of a once-great clan reduced to memories.
His heart felt as barren as the land, weighed down by the loss of his father and the clan's legacy slipping away. His mother, once a fierce matriarch, had retreated inward, her strength withering under their collective sorrow.
Karon's thoughts churned like a storm, surrounded by the ruins of his heritage. The wind tugged at his cloak, pulling him back to the present. He clenched his jaw, biting back despair.
The past weighed heavily on him, pressing down with an unbearable force. The memory of his father's teachings felt distant, almost irrelevant in the face of the clan's downfall.
The future was uncertain, an endless stretch of darkness looming before him. How could he rise when everything seemed to crumble?
The emptiness inside him was a gnawing hunger, a void that could never be filled. It was not just the loss of his father or the damage to the clan that hurt—it was the knowledge that he was alone in the fight to preserve what remained.
The great powers cared little for the struggles of small clans like the Isoko. The gods, immortals, and titans had their eyes on grander conflicts.
But there was something more pressing, closer to home. The true danger lay in the blood that ran through his veins. Karon's mother possessed a rare gift—an ability to bear children of extraordinary potential. This made her revered and feared.
There were those who sought to use her, to claim her for their own purposes. Karon's heart burned with fury at the thought. He had sworn to protect her, and he would do whatever it took, even if it meant standing alone.
The odds were insurmountable. How could he protect her when he had no strength of his own? How could he stand against the dark forces that had swallowed so many before him?
As the last light faded, Karon's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white against his gloves. His breath came in slow gasps as the fire inside him began to kindle.
His mind cleared, the fog of despair lifting as something greater took root within him. He could no longer afford to be weak. The time for hesitation had passed.
He had been given this moment—a fleeting chance to reclaim his clan's dignity, protect his mother, and shield her from the dark forces. Ancient whispers spoke of the Sovereignty of Absolute Strength, a force that transcended schemes and plots.
It was a power so immense that no one be they mortal, immortal or even Divine could ignore its consequences. To wield it was to defy nature, ascending beyond the realm of men and gods.
It was a dangerous, almost forbidden knowledge, but it was the only hope for the Isoko Clan, Karon, and his mother. He could no longer afford to be bound by limitations. To embrace Sovereignty meant a complete transformation, forsaking everything that had come before.
Karon knew the cost. He had heard the warnings, the stories of those who had lost themselves to the pursuit of power. But what choice did he have? His clan was dying. His mother was a target. And he was the last heir.
The wind howled louder, as if the heavens themselves were taking notice of the last heir of the Isoko Clan. Karon took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs. His eyes closed, centering himself, grounding himself in the resolve that had long been dormant.
When he opened them again, the fire that had kindled in his chest had grown into a roaring inferno. His spirit, though battered, was unbroken. He would not let the Isoko Clan fade into dust. He would not let his family be consumed by the forces that sought to tear them apart.
He would embrace this power, face whatever trials lay ahead, and fight with everything he had. With a final glance at the crumbling remnants of his heritage, Karon turned away from the ruins and took his first step forward. One man and his machete began a journey that will set a storm across the nine heavens and change the world as we knew it.