Prologue — Solo Dominion
Before fate, there was the Abyss.
Before gods carved time into moments, and men were bound to paths they could not see, there was only resonance—a song sung by the forgotten, a whisper of choice in a world that had none.
That whisper would become a scream.
The world above is quiet now. Normal. Blind.
People live in cities and sleep in houses with locked doors, believing they are safe. Unaware of the Veil—that thin film that separates their mundane lives from the storm of Fate that churns beneath their feet. Unaware of the Twelve Echoing Thrones, beings beyond gods who govern all of existence with invisible strings.
Each soul is born with a Fate—a spiritual blueprint that defines their worth, power, future. It can be nurtured, but never broken. Except once.
When a child was marked.
His name is Jason Kade.
An overweight, quiet boy. Invisible to most, and painfully visible to those who choose to torment him. At school, they call him "Blob," "Failure," "Waste." At home, there is only silence and the cold memory of two empty graves.
He was ten when he watched his parents die in front of him, swallowed by a rift of black flame no one else could see.
No one believed him when he said the sky cracked open and something looked at him. Not lightning. Not fire.
A gaze.
It burned into his skin that night—a black sigil just over his heart, pulsing like a second heartbeat. The doctors called it a birthmark. The kids at school said it was cursed.
They were all right.
The mark is the brand of Black, one of the Twelve—The Paradox, the being who governs contradiction, destruction, and change through suffering. Black does not kill for fun. He kills to prepare.
Jason's Fate was Muted—the lowest of all. Suppressed. Shackled. Twisted so that no matter how hard he trained, no matter how desperately he tried, he would never rise.
But the Abyss... it remembers.
And it chooses.
At thirteen, pushed past the brink of despair by another beating behind the gym, Jason's scream tears open the world. A fracture in the Veil. A step into something ancient.
The Abyss.
A world beneath the world. A place where Echoes—monsters forged from fear, trauma, and forgotten gods—roam endless, shifting landscapes. A prison of memory. A crucible of transformation.
And within it, Jason awakens something no one else ever has:
Abyssal Resonance.
He can absorb the essence of those he defeats.
Steal their Fates.
Forge Echo Traits: powers born from his own pain.
Craft Echo Forms—transient transformations fueled by raw emotion: sorrow, fury, defiance.
Create his own path, his own law.
He does not level up.
He evolves.
And with every step forward, the gods begin to notice.
The cults begin to fear.
The Veil begins to thin.
And the Siblings of Black begin to move.
There is White, the law-bringer who would erase Jason for defying logic.
Red, the eternal warrior who waits at the gates of the Crucible.
Gold, the corrupter, who whispers promises of power.
Violet, the end, who would steal even the memory of his parents if allowed.
Each a god.
Each a throne.
Each standing between Jason and the truth of what he is becoming:
A Paradoxborn.
A being not meant to exist.
One who will not be bound.
One who will break the cycle.
One who may surpass even Black... and rewrite the story of the stars.
The Abyss echoes with his name now.
And fate is listening.