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Name: Kieran Valdros

Level: Boundless

Experience: Unfathomable

Status: The Embodiment of Hatred, The Marked of the Gods

Magical Affinity: Light, Dark, Void, Aether

Items: The Chains of Roderick (shattered), The Eye of Eternity (sealed)

Abilities:

Eclipse Dominion

Worldbreaking Force

God's Wrath Manifest

Dimensional Rift Walk

Binding Chains of the Infinite

Unyielding Might

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The King's eyes widened in disbelief. Boundless. Unfathomable. The words repeated in his mind, and yet they made no sense. There was no record of a status like this-nothing even close to it in all the history of Veldrath.

The term Boundless referred to something that transcended limits-something that no mortal or god could even imagine. And Unfathomable meant that Kieran's power was beyond any measure, beyond any comprehension. No one had ever witnessed a being whose power reached such unimaginable heights. It was as if Kieran was a living legend-no, a myth made flesh.

"What are you?" the King finally asked, his voice hoarse with awe and fear.

Kieran's eyes, glowing with that red ethereal light, locked onto the King's. His expression was cold, merciless. "I am the reckoning," Kieran replied softly, his voice carrying the weight of an ancient truth. "You should never have crossed my path."

The King, now fully aware of the calamity before him, swallowed hard. The entire kingdom stood on the edge of annihilation, and he knew it. But before he could even react, Kieran stepped forward, effortlessly evading the guards who tried to restrain him.

Kieran's hand moved upward, and in the blink of an eye, a powerful wave of energy erupted from him, sending the guards and their weapons flying through the air like ragdolls. The force of his attack rattled the entire throne room, the walls shaking with the intensity of his fury. The King's throne cracked under the pressure, but still, Kieran remained standing, his eyes never leaving the King.

"I do not need your permission," Kieran said, his voice dark, a distant echo of the wrath that surged within him. "And I do not seek your approval."

The King, trembling, stepped back, his hand raised to try and maintain some semblance of control, but Kieran's power was now undeniable. He was no longer the man who had wandered aimlessly through the ruins, nor the weak soul who had been cast aside. He had become something far more dangerous.

"I've come to claim my place," Kieran continued, his voice growing louder, resonating with the force of his power. "I will take what is mine, and the world will bow before me."

At that moment, the mark on Kieran's forehead-the Infinity Symbol-glowed brighter, filling the entire throne room with its divine light. The air itself seemed to quake under the pressure of Kieran's wrath, and the King knew that this was just the beginning.

Kieran's path was set. The King, the Dukes, and all of Veldrath were merely stepping stones on the road to his vengeance. The world had awakened the god within him, and there would be no turning back.

"I will not be bound," Kieran whispered, his voice a promise. "The gods have chosen me."

And with that declaration, the fate of the capital, and perhaps the entire world, was sealed.