Chronicles of Forgotten Extra

Dareth Ravenscar.

The Patriarch of Voidborne.

Count of Stellar Expanse.

And Ruler of Ravenstar.

A name whispered across galaxies.

Revered and feared.

A being whose power rivaled the Dukes themselves.

Even they acknowledged him.

And yet…

His hunger was boundless.

Glory was not enough.

Wealth was not enough.

Even dominion over worlds was not enough.

He wanted more.

He sought the one title long abandoned.

The seat untouched for centuries since the last bearer vanished.

Emperor of the Stellar Expanse.

The crown above all crowns.

And Dareth would burn stars to claim it.

But even with all the might of his Voidborne bloodline, he could not grasp what he sought.

His lineage was powerful and feared across systems but even it was not enough.

So he searched through countless forbidden tomes and lost libraries of the cosmos.

The means never mattered.

He only cared for the result.

He bred relentlessly, having offspring by the hundreds. Each one a failed attempt to refine his blood, to manifest the perfect heir.

Most were discarded. Some were… repurposed into tools. But none of them were enough.

Until her.

Nyx.

The daughter born with a purity greater than his own.

His closest success but even she was not enough for his goal.

Her talents shadowed most of his children yet she lacked the one thing he could not forge:

Fate.

And that was when he learned of HIM.

The Oracle of Ravenstar had foretold a prophecy.

A being born on a lowly, forgotten world…

Destined not to save it…

…but to end it.

The one with limitless potential.

The inheritor of a mythic bloodline lost to the stars.

The carrier of the Seed of Chaos.

Chosen by the cosmos itself.

As soon as he understood the prophecy Dareth knew… this was the perfect vessel.

He didn't care about saving the world.

As long as he could find the being before it grows strong… and extract his everything, the world could be damned.

This was his key to ascension.

The last piece of Dareth's puzzle.

If he could not be the Emperor by blood…

Then he would seize it by consumption.

So he turned to the artifact—the one passed through the Ravenscar family as family heirloom for centuries.

The Fragment of Ananke's Thread.

It was said to grant its bearer a slight favour of destiny but it also had a second effect… an effect to react to those who have awakened to strong destiny… to those bound by myth.

He placed it in the hands of his most refined tool:

Nyx.

And he gave her a single command, to find the one destined to destroy the world.

Because in a world as low-ranked as Eryndor, only a being of such overwhelming fate could ever awaken the Fragment.

Dareth could have sent another.

Someone stronger or more ruthless but there were rules even he couldn't ignore while entering a world as low ranked as that.

In low-tier worlds like Eryndor, the laws of existence stood as gatekeepers.

Any being above a certain threshold of power would be obliterated at the edge of the atmosphere, erased by the universe's own defenses.

And more importantly, he didn't trust the outsiders.

Still, he didn't send Nyx without any assurances either…

He did not doubt his tool.

But even the sharpest blade can shatter… when struck against a force it was never meant to pierce.

So, he infused the artifact with a hidden command, an ancient trigger.

The moment it stirred… the moment it reacted to the chosen one, it would send a signal across the void to the clan.

As Dareth sat upon his obsidian throne, his blue eyes fixed on the messenger kneeling before him,

a cold smile curled across his face.

So… the thread has stirred.

The being exists.

He leaned back.

"Begin the preparations. Deploy the Void Fleet and position it as close to Eryndor as the laws will allow."

The Void Fleet was one of countless armies under his command.

He sent them not to invade as that would not be possible…

Not without a Thread of Ananke—the very relic that had made Nyx's entry into Eryndor possible.

So the fleet would not descend. Instead, it would wait for her. To await and welcome the return of the Void Princess after she completes her mission.

But the messenger did not rise.

He pressed his forehead even lower to the cold obsidian floor as if trying to disappear into it.

A silence stretched in the throne room.

And then, his reluctant voice echoed softly.

"The world…"

"Eryndor has vanished, Your Majesty."

The whole chamber froze.

"Speak clearly," Dareth said, his voice smooth.

The messenger flinched, his shoulders started trembling now.

"W-we tracked the signal from the Fragment," he stammered. "The flare was real. Undeniable."

"But the moment we tried to lock coordinates…"

"The world Eryndor had disappeared."

He swallowed hard.

"As if it was never there to begin with."

An aura burst through the chamber in a wave as the very world trembled.

The Grand Hall started cracking.

And far above, in the skies of Ravenstar, a crimson aurora appeared.

All without Dareth moving a single muscle.

"Vanished," he repeated, his voice cold.

The messenger's head was still lowered but now his body shook violently.

"I don't care if you have to tear open the layers of reality. Find the world as soon as possible and bring me the one she has found."

He didn't shout.

And yet…

Every lesser being in the throne room trembled from the sheer weight of Dareth's will pressing down on reality itself.

Even thinking felt dangerous.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty…"

The messenger barely managed to speak.

He bowed again, then turned on shaking legs and left the chamber.

The silence that followed was absolute.

And in that silence Dareth narrowed his eyes.

The world of Eryndor was not as simple as he had once believed.

A low-tier realm vanishing entirely, not just hidden, but erased from perception was something unheard of.

He had long since kept his eyes on the lesser worlds.

Not out of mercy.

But because the rulers of such primitive realms were easy to sway and easy to own.

So, even before the prophecy, he had begun sowing his seeds by sending young Xuzhe-born humans into those worlds.

Long before the world reached Phase Two Evolution and before the world chose its "ruler."

A tactic that worked well.

Quiet invasions through influence.

Eryndor was one of those worlds.

He had embedded one of his young subordinates with bloodline suppression there decades ago…

And back then, the world had shown nothing.

"So what changed?" Dareth muttered, his voice low but sharp.

Is this because of the one destined for destruction?

He didn't know but his gaze grew colder.

Something had stirred within Eryndor.

Something even his reach had failed to grasp.

And that was unacceptable.

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✦ Author's Note ✦

And thus, the strings behind the curtain have begun to move. Our poor MC, Alden, has no idea what kind of cosmic hell he is stirring with each step he takes.

Oh, and yes, Jeremy?

He is one of the Xuzhe-born Humans.

What that means… Well, it will be explained soon.

Thanks for reading.