The Abyssal Throne Plane lay in perfect stillness.
The rivers of silver light no longer twisted wildly; they had grown calm, flowing like veins through a sleeping titan's hand.
The mountains slept, looming shadows against a horizon of cold flame.
The dark suns above burned steady and reverent.
At the center of it all, the Black Throne ruled — unchallenged, unquestioned.
He sat upon it, his presence the axis upon which this newborn world turned.
At his side, upon a slightly lower throne of silver flame, knelt Seraphis — his Empress — her head bowed in unshakable devotion.
The system stirred within his mind, stronger now:
[System Stabilization: 9% Complete.]
[Critical Notification: Host Awakening Incomplete.]
[Full Authority Detected: Dormant.]
[To fully awaken Primordial Sovereignty, Host must undergo Cosmic Sleep.]
[Warning: Sleep Duration - Unknown.]
[Warning: External Creation Level Will Rise During Host Inactivity.]
[Recommended Action: Assign Loyal Guardians.]
He listened in silence.
Cosmic Sleep.
Not a retreat.
Not a death.
A rite as old as the void itself: a slumber where consciousness would fade, and only raw authority would endure, drinking deep from the roots of nonexistence.
He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the vast tide gathering to pull him under.
But he would not abandon his Throne undefended.
Slowly, he rose.
The Plane bowed beneath him.
The rivers wept starlight.
The mountains shuddered.
The cold suns dimmed their fires.
Seraphis rose too, immediately kneeling at his feet.
"My King," she whispered,
"command me. I shall guard your Throne until time itself rots."
He gazed down at her — his Empress, his firstborn child of will — and nodded once.
Her essence was perfect —
a body of luminous void and sovereign power.
Her blood was pure.
She was the first Primordial Otsutsuki,
a race that would one day ripple across the endless multiverse —
a race born not of greed or hunger,
but of authority.
The system softly chimed:
[New Race Designation: Primordial Otsutsuki.]
[Founder: ???.]
[Firstblood: Seraphis.]
Satisfied, he extended a hand into the mist, summoning creation once more.
From the marrow of the Plane, from the bones of silence, he forged another.
The air cracked and spun, and from the storm of his will stepped forth a second figure:
A woman.
Tall and fierce, wrapped in armor spun from dusk and shattered stars.
Her hair flowed like rivers of silver fire; her eyes burned with an indomitable will.
Her beauty was cold and sharp — the kind that kings died for and empires burned to possess.
She knelt immediately, her sword laid flat across her palms in offering.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, placing a single finger lightly against her brow.
"You are my Blade," he declared, his voice the thunder of inevitability.
"My Oath. My First Sword."
"I name you… Caelora."
The name sank into the Plane like a divine brand, burning itself into the foundations of existence.
[New Entity Registered: Caelora.]
[Designation: First Knight of the Void.]
[Primordial Clan: Primordial Otsutsuki Blood of the King.]
[Race: Voidborn Guardian.]
[Loyalty: Absolute.]
He turned his gaze back to Seraphis.
"You are my Empress," he said,
"but she shall be your shield and sword — a sister forged by my Will, to protect our Clan."
Seraphis bowed her head deeply.
"I welcome her," she said solemnly,
"as my sword, my shield, and my sister by command of my King."
Caelora rose, standing silent at Seraphis's side, a gleaming sword at the ready.
The system chimed again:
[Host Prepared for Cosmic Sleep.]
[Guardians Appointed.]
[Cocoon of Authority - Initializing.]
Dark tendrils of voidlight rose from the base of the Black Throne, weaving upward in slow spirals, wrapping around his body in a cradle of destiny.
He exhaled slowly.
But before surrendering himself, he paused.
He opened his eyes — galaxies and ancient ruins spinning within their depths — and looked upon his Empress and Knight one final time.
They knelt in perfect silence, awaiting his final decree.
"Before I sleep," he said, his voice heavy with meaning,
"you must know the name of your King."
The Plane froze.
The rivers ceased flowing.
The mountains bowed low.
The stars dimmed their fires to listen.
He placed a hand over his chest, a rare and sacred gesture.
"I name myself… Veyrath."
The name tore through existence, carving itself into every atom of the Plane.
[Name Confirmed: Veyrath.]
[Primordial Identity Sealed.]
[All future Clans and Otsutsuki shall bow to this Name.]
Seraphis pressed her forehead to the ground, silver tears falling freely.
"Veyrath," she breathed, the name an unbreakable vow.
Caelora slammed her sword into the stone, lowering her head so deeply that her hair pooled across the floor.
"Veyrath," she swore,
"by your name, I shall guard your dreams. By your will, I shall slay your enemies."
He smiled faintly — a smile vast and terrible and kind — and allowed the Cocoon to rise higher, sealing him inside.
"Remember it," he whispered.
"Speak it when you call to me.
Carry it in your hearts until the skies fall and the Void itself bows."
The Cocoon of Authority closed fully.
The Black Throne darkened, sinking deeper into the foundation of creation.
At the center of all things, Veyrath, King of the Silent Abyss, slept.
Above him stood his two guardians:
Seraphis, Empress of the Primordial Otsutsuki.
Caelora, First Knight of the Void.
Their vows unbroken.
Their loyalty absolute.
The stars turned in mourning.
The mountains slept.
The rivers carried the name Veyrath across the newborn Plane.
And somewhere — far beyond the borders of even this existence — the multiverse stirred.
For though Veyrath slept,
his mere presence was enough to make worlds shudder in fear.