Space was no longer dark.Not since Kael had taken the throne.
It wasn't a throne made of gold, or obsidian, or screaming souls. No.It was woven from the leftover threads of everything Nihlari had erased—reality that had no home, no memory. Now it formed a seat suspended in the abyss, orbiting nothing, watching everything.
Kael sat upon it in silence.
No crown.No war.No purpose…
And yet, purpose came to him.
The Loomheart pulsed quietly within his chest, no longer roaring but breathing—slow, steady, alive. His hands rested on the arms of his throne, fingers twitching gently as the Weave around him hummed.
A whisper touched his mind.
"Dream."
So he did.
He closed his eyes, and in doing so, opened a thousand more.
Kael's soul stretched across the tapestry of existence, slipping between the strands of sleep. He stepped softly into the dreaming minds of mortals, immortals, beasts, and broken stars.
The First Dream:A child in a realm of eternal rain.
She was scared. Alone.Dreaming of a home that didn't flood every day.
Kael sat beside her on a floating bed, rain pattering softly overhead.He didn't speak. He just raised a hand and, without force, pulled a golden thread from her dream.
The rain stopped.For the first time in her life, the dream held sunlight.
She smiled in her sleep.
The Second Dream:A knight who failed his kingdom.
He wandered the dreamscape in rusted armor, dragging his own sword behind him, whispering the names of those he couldn't save.
Kael stood at the top of a ruined citadel within the knight's mind.When the knight arrived, he knelt before Kael without knowing why.
"Is this penance?" he asked.
Kael replied only once:
"No. This is forgiveness."
And the dream faded into peace.
The Third Dream:A god dreaming of being mortal again.
She stood in a market, holding fruit she could no longer taste.Her followers praised her name, but she cried in silence, unable to feel joy.
Kael walked past her stall, brushing shoulders.When she turned—there was no one there.
But in her hands, the fruit was warm again.And it tasted like memory.
Kael dreamwalked for eternity and yet only moments passed.
He was no longer just the Gatekeeper or the Ascendant.
He was something gentler.
A god not of command, but of comfort.
And when he returned to his throne, space greeted him like an old friend.The stars had shifted. New ones born. Old ones sleeping.
He breathed in.
And the multiverse exhaled.