Chapter 13 – The Forgotten Throne

In the heart of the Wailing Depths — a cavern where even echoes feared to speak — Yoru stood before a colossal stone gate, sealed by time and treachery.

Its surface was carved with names of ancient heroes.

All crossed out.

Except one.

Yoru, the One Who Never Was.

He touched the stone.
The gate trembled.

Behind it lay the Forgotten Throne, a relic of the First Era — abandoned when prophecy deemed it unnecessary. A seat for a hero who was never meant to return.

Yet here he was.

And the throne… awakened.

Across the world, royal seers convulsed in horror.

“The Unwritten One is seeking dominion!”

Monarchs panicked.

Temples collapsed.

A forgotten name was forcing itself back into history.

Yoru stepped into the ancient sanctum.
The throne room was shattered, vines choking its majesty.

Yet at its center, untouched by decay, sat the obsidian seat — jagged, regal, wrong.

He approached it—not to sit.

But to steal from it.

A core of power once reserved for world-kings pulsed in its base.

The Crownless Core.

A crystal that amplifies belief — turning one’s myth into reality.

But Yoru didn’t have believers.

He had only scars.

So he rewrote its function with Tsuyoi — twisting belief into doubt.

“If this world lives by faith,” he whispered,
“then let disbelief become my weapon.”

The core cracked… then obeyed.

Now, wherever his name was denied, his strength would grow.

A paradox spell—Rejection Inversion.

“I’ll become strongest… not because they believe in me.”
“But because they never did.”

Far above, in the Empyrean Courts where gods rewrote reality, a divine scribe dropped her pen.

“He’s hijacking the narrative.”

The gods began to argue.

But deep down, they all felt it:

The Forgotten Throne had chosen.

And it chose not a hero—

But a rebel.