The world was never meant to know his name.

  In the beginning, there was only law—the absolute, unwavering will that governed reality itself. Every action, every existence, every fate—written in divine decree, woven into the tapestry of the cosmos. Gods stood as the custodians of this order, their thrones unchallenged, their word undeniable.

  And yet, something was wrong.

  Something that should not be, yet was.

  Ascheritt Velgrind opened his eyes, and in that moment, the world faltered. The threads of destiny quivered, and the laws that bound existence hesitated, as if unsure how to proceed. He was not supposed to be here.

  He was not supposed to be at all.

  He lay within a great abyss of ivory light, neither sky nor ground existing beyond the endless radiance. His body felt weightless, adrift in a formless sea. Yet, there was no warmth, no comfort. Only an overwhelming silence.

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  Then came the voices.

  —"It is waking."

  —"Impossible. The decree forbade its existence."

  —"And yet, here it is. A thing that denies law itself."

  He did not understand. Who were they? Why did they speak of him as though he were a mistake? His memories were distant, fragmented. He knew not who he was, nor why he was here. Only that his existence, for some reason, defied reason itself.

  And then, the sky cracked.

  A fissure split across the void, and from it came a blinding force—an execution of divine judgment. From above, an unseen power sought to erase him, to undo the paradox before it could take root. A command, absolute and final.

  Be not.

  The light descended. The world itself rejected him.

  Yet, Ascheritt did not disappear.

  The moment the divine law attempted to erase him, it recoiled. The decree that governed all things trembled, unable to comprehend why its will was denied. It had erased countless before, yet now it stood before something that could not be undone.

  Ascheritt Velgrind breathed, and the world shuddered.

  He did not know why. He did not know how.

  But he had defied the will of the cosmos itself.

  And for the first time in eternity, fate was silent.