Dawn broke over Eryndor with an almost sacred delicacy.
Shades of pink, amber, and gold spread across the sky like ink spilled by an inspired god.
The clouds hung still, watching silently, as if aware this was no ordinary day — but the first of a new era.
Sunlight flowed over gentle hills like a golden river, caressing fields still damp with the enchanted dew of the night before.
The trees stood motionless, as if in prayer.
Rivers sang softly.
And in the still-silent streets of the capital, a sweet vibration hummed in the air — almost imperceptible.
Something ancient. Powerful... awakening.
Most people still slept.
But even among those dreaming, something had changed.
Smiles blossomed without reason.
Hearts beat lighter.
The entire empire was under a spell — not cast by magic, but by presence.
At the center of it all, in the deepest chamber of the Imperial Palace, she moved.
First, it was just the opening of her eyes.
But the world was no longer the same.
And neither was she.
Lyra did not wake.
She emerged.
The air around her danced.
Particles of light bowed to her breath.
The sounds of the world — the soft flutter of an insect's wings outside, the tinkling of a distant fountain, the turning of planets hidden in the sky — reached her ears like a precise symphony.
Nothing was noise.
Everything was music.
She sat up slowly, and the sheets slid off her skin.
The divine bed seemed to radiate warmth in her frequency, as if it had become an extension of her body.
She touched the floor.
And the marble glowed.
Not as a reflection.
In recognition.
The room — vast and silent — seemed to hold her.
But just barely.
The curtains fluttered inward, though no wind stirred.
The walls vibrated faintly.
Even the mirrors seemed to hesitate — as if afraid 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 rose.
Each movement left an invisible ripple in the air.
A soft distortion.
As if reality had become liquid around her body, shaping itself with every gesture.
Orion was not in the room.
Curious, with a subtle restlessness growing in her chest, she passed through the arched entrance of the chamber and stepped into the palace corridors.
The halls, normally imposing, felt... small.
The floor creaked quietly beneath the feet of servants, who stopped when they saw her.
Some dropped to their knees, confused.
Others simply fainted.
The guards, hardened by war and honor, stood motionless 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 destiny was read and rewritten, Orion reviewed reports.
Artifacts floated around him like silent sentinels: globes of information, living scrolls, self-drawing maps.
But the moment he sensed her presence, everything stilled.
He raised his gaze.
And for a brief moment, the Eternal Emperor was speechless.
She entered with the lightness of a star... and the impact of a contained cosmic force.
He smiled.
A smile overflowing with love, respect, and genuine admiration.
"Did you sleep well, my 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 stepped closer, studying the space around her with sharp eyes.
Something disturbed her.
"Orion... the servants are... strange. Some fear me. Others faint just by looking. What is happening to me?"
Orion raised an eyebrow, suppressing a mischievous smile.
His reaction was priceless.
With a snap of his fingers, a mirror of pure crystal materialized beside her, floating.
"Maybe it's better if you see for yourself."
Lyra turned.
And froze.
She didn't 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 over eons.
Her skin radiated liquid light in hues between alabaster and silvery mist.
Each strand of hair — now cascading past her hips — shifted between shades of lilac, silver, and cosmic blue, dancing to the sound of a nonexistent wind.
But her eyes...
Her eyes were portals.
Blue, yes.
But now entwined with spiraled bands of gray and cosmic black.
Within them, stars spun.
Nebulae flowed.
Galaxies pulsed.
"...what... the hell... is this?"
The words slipped out as a whisper of awe and fear.
Orion couldn't hold back his laughter.
It was exactly the reaction he expected.
"You haven't seen everything yet. How about saying... 'Status'?"
She furrowed her brow.
"Status... seriously?"
"Very serious."
Hesitant, she spoke the word.
"...Status."
The air thickened slightly around Lyra.
The mirror before her glowed in response, fragments of light rearranging into living patterns.
Runes floated on its surface, spinning and vibrating like cosmic gears.
A screen of pure energy appeared, 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 Infinity
Cultivation: Supreme Primordial of the Dao of the Void
Dao: Supreme Void
Attributes:
Strength: ∞
Agility: ∞
Endurance: ∞
Wisdom: ∞
Charisma: ∞
Luck: ∞
Void Energy: ∞
Main Abilities:
• Supreme Dao of the Void: Total mastery over creation, destruction, and realities
• Eternal Eyes of Destiny: Perfect temporal reading and manipulation
• Creation of Nothingness: Generation of complete worlds and natural laws
• Shadow of Infinity: 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: Mere existence dominates minds and distorts planes
Active Equipment:
• Celestial Robe: Indestructible, shapeable, essence of non-being
Lyra stood motionless.
The light of the projection flickered subtly in her eyes.
Each line of text echoed in her soul.
Her fingers moved instinctively, brushing the space between the data.
The energy of the panel rippled against her skin.
She felt it.
She understood.
Her body had no limits anymore.
Her mind was no longer bound by linear time.
Her soul... now held concepts that defied the laws of creation.
She was not powerful.
She was power.
"Orion..."
She spoke, voice light as a feather, almost fragile.
"Am I... a goddess?"
He stepped close behind her, slowly.
His footsteps didn't break the silence.
Didn't interrupt the feeling.
Only merged with it.
"You're 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 more than any vow.
More intimate than any oath.
They were destiny.
For long seconds, Lyra remained silent.
The mirror vanished.
The screen dissolved into a thread of light.
But the truths... stayed inside her.
She pressed her hands to her chest.
She felt it all: the pulse of galaxies in her body, the echoes of the 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. Is all of this me?"
Orion walked to her and held her hand with reverence.
His eyes sought not desire, nor pride.
They sought... certainty.
"You've always been this way, Lyra," he answered, his voice mixing love and devotion.
"I only... lifted the veil."
She held his gaze for a time immeasurable in minutes.
And then... smiled.
A new smile.
Not of a woman trying to understand the world.
But of an entity who knew her place in it.
Some time later...
At the highest pinnacle of the palace, under a crystal-clear sky, Lyra and Orion were 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 in respect.
"So..."
She said, gazing at the horizon.
"This is it. I've awakened."
Orion stepped closer.
"Yes.
And you've surpassed... what I imagined.
More beautiful.
More powerful.
More you."
Lyra looked at the fields.
Saw the people — small, fragile, human.
And felt something new.
Not compassion.
Not pity.
Responsibility.
"I feel everything, Orion.
I feel every breath they take.
Every heartbeat.
Every whispered prayer.
It's... overwhelming."
He nodded.
"It's the weight of being eternal.
But it's 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 rebuilding.
The expansion.
The new order."
She reached out her hand.
He took it.
"Shall we make the universe remember who we are?"
Orion answered without hesitation.
"Yes. Let's."
And in that moment, as they took the first step toward the edge of the imperial balcony, the multiverse — deep in its hidden folds — trembled.