The dawn broke over Eryndor with a delicacy that bordered on the sacred.
Shades of pink, amber, and gold spread across the sky like ink spilled by an inspired god.
The clouds, motionless for long minutes, seemed to watch in silence, as if they knew this was not just another day — it was the first of a new era.
The sunlight flowed down the gentle hills like a golden river, caressing the fields still damp with the enchanted dew of the previous night.
The trees stood unmoving, as if in prayer.
The rivers sang softly.
And in the still-silent streets of the capital, a sweet vibration hummed in the air, almost imperceptible.
Something ancient, powerful... awakened.
Most of the people still slept.
But even among those who dreamed, something shifted.
Smiles bloomed without reason.
Hearts beat with lightness.
The entire empire was under a spell — not conjured by magic, but by presence.
At the center of it all, in the deepest chamber of the Imperial Palace, she stirred.
At first, it was merely the opening of eyes.
But the world was not the same.
And neither was she.
Lyra did not wake up.
She emerged.
The air around her danced.
Particles of light bowed to her breath.
The sounds of the world — the faint beat of an insect's wings outside, the tinkling of a distant fountain, the spin of hidden planets in the sky — reached her ears as a precise symphony.
Nothing was noise.
Everything was music.
She sat up slowly, and the sheets slid from her skin like conscious rivers, respectful.
The divine bed seemed to exude warmth at her frequency, as if it had become an extension of her body.
She touched the floor.
And the marble glowed.
Not as a reflection.
As recognition.
The room, vast and silent, seemed to contain her.
But barely.
The curtains swayed inward though there was no wind.
The walls vibrated faintly.
Even the mirrors seemed to hesitate — as if fearing to show her what had changed.
Lyra took a deep breath.
I... am not the same anymore she thought without panic. Only clarity. But who am I now?
She stood.
Each movement left an invisible ripple in the air.
A gentle distortion.
As if reality had become liquid around her body, molding to every gesture.
Orion was not in the room.
Curious, and with a subtle unease growing in her chest, she crossed the chamber's arched entrance and advanced through the palace corridors.
The halls, normally grand, seemed... small.
The floor creaked silently under the feet of servants who froze at the sight of her.
Some fell to their knees without understanding why.
Others simply fainted.
The guards, hardened by war and honor, stood immobile like statues lacking the courage to move.
She did not look at them with superiority. Her face remained serene, curious, almost gentle.
But her presence was greater than their senses could bear.
Not intimidation.
Truth.
And the truth was that she had become something beyond mortal comprehension.
Meanwhile…
In the heart of the palace, in the chamber where fate was read and rewritten, Orion reviewed reports.
Artifacts floated around him like silent sentinels: information globes, living scrolls, self-drawing maps.
But the instant he felt her presence, everything stilled.
He lifted his gaze.
And for one fleeting moment, the Eternal Emperor was speechless.
She entered with the lightness of a star... and the impact of a contained galactic collapse.
He smiled.
A smile brimming with love, respect, and genuine awe.
"Did you sleep well love"
His voice was like the dawn of the world: warm, alive, protective.
Lyra paused.
Her own voice, when it emerged, carried something new — an almost ancestral echo.
"Better than ever..."
She drew closer, studying the space around her with attentive eyes.
Something troubled her.
"Orion... the servants are... strange. Some fear me. Others faint just from looking. What is happening to me"
Orion raised an eyebrow, suppressing a mischievous grin.
Her reaction was precious.
With a snap of his fingers, a mirror of pure crystal materialized beside her, floating.
"Perhaps it is best if you see for yourself"
Lyra turned.
And froze.
She did not recognize herself.
Not immediately.
What she saw was not a reflection — it was a new version of reality.
An expanded identity.
Her body seemed sculpted across eons. Skin radiated liquid light in tones between alabaster and silver mist. Each strand of hair — now cascading to her hips — shifted between shades of lilac, silver, and cosmic blue, dancing to a nonexistent wind.
But the eyes...
Her eyes were portals.
Blue, yes. But now laced with spiraling bands of gray and cosmic black.
Within them, stars spun.
Nebulae flowed.
Galaxies pulsed.
"...what... the fuck... is this"
The words escaped as a whisper of wonder and dread.
Orion could not contain his laughter. It was precisely the reaction he'd hoped for.
"You have not seen everything yet. How about saying... 'Status'?"
She frowned.
"Status... Seriously?"
"Very seriously."
Hesitantly, she uttered the word.
"...Status."
The air condensed faintly around Lyra.
The mirror before her shimmered in response, shards of light rearranging into living patterns. Runes floated across its surface, spinning and vibrating like cosmic gears.
A screen of pure energy emerged, displaying information that seemed alive:
『Character Record』
Name: Lyra
Titles: Eternal Empress | Primordial Goddess | Guardian of the Void
Age: 35
Lineage: Eternal Void
Divine Eyes: Eternal Eyes of Destiny
Spiritual Root: Supreme
Soul: Shadow of the Infinite
Cultivation: Primordial Supreme of the Dao of Void
Dao: Supreme Void
Attributes:
Strength: ∞
Agility: ∞
Endurance: ∞
Wisdom: ∞
Charisma: ∞
Luck: ∞
Void Energy: ∞
Main Abilities:
• Supreme Dao of Void: Total dominion over creation, destruction, and realities
• Eternal Eyes of Destiny: Perfect temporal reading and manipulation
• Creation from Nothing: Generation of complete worlds and natural laws
• Shadow of the Infinite: Absolute intangibility and invisibility
• Reverse Flow: Reversal of events on a universal scale
• Will of the Void: Manipulation of physical and existential laws
• Presence of Eternity: Her mere existence dominates minds and distorts planes
Active Equipment:
• Celestial Dress: Indestructible, moldable, essence of non-being
---
Lyra stood motionless.
The projection's light flickered subtly in her eyes. Each line of text echoed in her soul.
Her fingers moved instinctively, brushing the space between the data.
The panel's energy rippled against her skin.
She felt.
She understood.
Her body had no more limits.
Her mind was no longer bound by linear time.
Her soul... now housed concepts defying the laws of creation.
She was not powerful.
She was power.
"Orion..." she said, her voice feather-light, almost fragile. "I... am... a goddess?"
He approached from behind, slow.
His steps did not shatter the silence.
Did not disrupt the sensation.
Only merged with it.
"You are more than a goddess" he whispered tenderly. "You are my wife. And to walk with me through eternity... I gave you what I would never offer another being"
She closed her eyes.
The warmth of his presence enveloped her.
Not as power.
But as truth.
"Now we are equal. Eternal"
Those words... weighed heavier than any oath.
More intimate than any vow.
They were destiny.
For long seconds, Lyra remained silent.
The mirror vanished.
The screen dissolved in a wisp of light.
But the truths... lingered within her.
She pressed her hands to her chest.
She felt it all: the pulse of galaxies in her body, the echoes of Daos in her blood, the whisper of the Void itself in her soul.
"But... is this real" she asked, still hesitant. "This presence. This power. This body. This mind. All of this is me?"
Orion walked to her and took her hand with reverence. His eyes sought not desire, nor pride. They sought... certainty.
"You have always been this, Lyra" he replied, his tone a blend of love and devotion. "I merely... lifted the veil"
She held his gaze for a time unmeasurable in minutes.
And then... smiled.
A new smile.
Not that of a woman trying to understand the world.
But that of an entity who knew her place in it.
Some time later...
At the palace's highest pinnacle, under a crystalline sky, Lyra and Orion stood alone.
No guards.
No servants.
Just them, the celestial winds, and the soft sound of the world breathing around them.
Around them, the air bent subtly. Realities folded with respect.
"So..." she said, gazing at the horizon. "This is it. I have awakened"
Orion stepped closer.
"Yes. And you surpassed... what I imagined. More beautiful. More powerful. More you"
Lyra looked down at the fields. Saw the people — small, fragile, human.
And felt something new.
Not compassion.
Not pity.
Responsibility.
"I feel everything, Orion. I feel each of their breaths. Each heartbeat. Each whispered prayer. This is... overwhelming"
He nodded.
"It is the weight of being eternal. But it is also the honor"
She took a deep breath. Then smiled.
"So... shall we begin?"
Orion turned to her, surprised.
"Begin?"
"Yes. Our eternal empire. The reconstruction. The expansion. The new order"
She extended her hand. He took it.
"Shall we make the universe remember who we are?"
Orion answered without thought.
"Yes. Let's"
And in that moment, as they took their first step toward the edge of the imperial balcony, the multiverse — in its hidden depths — trembled.