JonathanNr1
He was never meant to ascend.
A relic of a forgotten lineage, armed with nothing but fragments of knowledge and a flickering ember of will, he steps into the Second Realm-Jeosaver, the Crystalline Labyrinth of Mind and Frost.
Here, strength means nothing without clarity.
Here, rage and passion become poison.
And here, every mistake becomes a reflection that hunts you.
Thrown into a realm of impossible landscapes and paradoxes, the Ascended finds no guiding hand, no familiar flame-only cold, calculating silence and impossible riddles. The sky above him pulses with sentient light. The ground beneath him shifts with conceptual logic. Time twists. Thought fragments. Death is not always physical.
His only map? Ancient scrolls half-erased by time.
His only allies? Those who lost themselves in pursuit of reason.
His only strength? A soul that refuses to shatter.
As his Sigil of Ember flares in defiance of the realm's order, it brands him as an anomaly. A paradox.
Hunted by Crystal Shades, challenged by Prism Keepers, and stalked by the Logic Storms, he must choose a path:
Will he reshape his mind to match Jeosaver's cold perfection, sacrificing who he was for what he could become?
Or will he ignite the frost with his flame, forging a third way-a path of will and warmth, balancing chaos and control?
With each trial, he draws closer to the heart of the realm-the Axiom Throne, a seat of final truth that only one may claim.
But truth has a price.
And not all ascendants return with their name.