As Raelen descended into sleep that night, the world around him seemed to fall away into an abyss of infinite possibility. For a moment, everything faded, and he was suspended in a space that defied comprehension—vast, endless, and charged with an energy that hummed like the very heartbeat of the universe. This was not a dream in the conventional sense, nor a mere projection of his mind. He was somewhere else, somewhere that felt both alien and familiar, where time itself held no sway.

In the distance, he saw a figure approach, her silhouette radiant in the cosmic expanse. The stars around her danced, forming swirling constellations in the shape of serpents and divine beasts. Her form was regal and impossibly tall, her skin a rich shade of deep onyx, as though the very night sky had chosen her as its vessel. Her hair cascaded like molten gold, entwined with silver and jet-black strands, a crown of living constellations perched upon her brow. As she moved, the universe seemed to bend to her will, the cosmic fabric of existence folding and unfolding with each step she took.

Raelen instinctively knew who she was, even before the recognition hit his mind fully. Her presence was both commanding and comforting, her power beyond the limits of his understanding. He had felt this energy before, in the darkest moments of his past life—though the memory was faint, like the shadow of a long-forgotten dream.

"Raelen," she spoke, her voice both a whisper and a thunderous roar, echoing through the vastness of the realm. It carried with it the weight of eternity, and as it reverberated, Raelen could feel the very core of his being vibrating in response. Her voice was the rhythm of the cosmos itself, the pulse of creation and destruction entwined.

"Raelen," she repeated, and this time, his name sounded as though it had been carved into the fabric of his soul.

He knelt instinctively, bowing his head as though to a being greater than himself, a recognition that came not from fear but from the deep, instinctual understanding of who she was. He was no stranger to power. He had felt it surging through his veins in his past life as a mage, a practitioner of forbidden arts, and he had known the weight of divine beings, having studied the realms of gods and legends. But this—this was beyond comprehension.

"You have summoned me, then," he said, his voice carrying the steady tone of a scholar who had walked through the halls of eternity, who had borne witness to the rise and fall of countless kingdoms, and who had seen both the creation and destruction of worlds. There was no fear in his words, only a quiet acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation.

Nephthys, for that was her name, regarded him with eyes that glimmered like twin galaxies. Her gaze was piercing, yet it held a tenderness reserved for those few souls she had chosen to entrust with unimaginable power. "I did not summon you, Raelen. I *awakened* you."

At her words, the expanse around them began to shift, the stars rearranging themselves into a massive image of the cosmos—spanning countless realms, each a tiny world, a speck in the grand design. Raelen could feel the weight of this vision, as though his very consciousness was expanding beyond mortal limitations, seeing the interconnectedness of all things.

Nephthys raised her hand, and the images rippled like water disturbed by an unseen force. "I am Nephthys, one of the Three Outer Gods," she began, her voice resonating with authority, the very space around her vibrating in response. "I govern a multiverse, a domain that stretches beyond the boundaries of reality as you know it. My realm was once beautiful, harmonious—until my siblings, the other two Outer Gods, betrayed me in their lust for power."

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Raelen remained silent, watching her with a wisdom that came from having lived countless lives and seen the brutality of divine ambition firsthand. He had studied gods before, their plans, their schemes, and their inevitable betrayals. The dynamics between them were predictable, even if the specifics were not.

"You see," she continued, her voice now tinged with a rare sorrow, "there are realms that exist beyond the mortal understanding, vast and infinite. We, the Three Outer Gods, hold dominion over these realms, shaping them as we see fit. But my siblings, Heka and Osiran, desired more. They sought to claim my multiverse for themselves. They broke the sacred bond between us, seeking to erase what I had built, to claim my power as their own."

Raelen's brow furrowed, his mind processing her words. The gods—he knew them well, or at least, he had studied them in his past life. "And what of you? How did you survive?"

Nephthys’s eyes hardened, the stars within them flickering like flames. "I fought them. For eons, I fought to protect my multiverse. And in the end, I was forced to retreat, to seal my realms off from their reach. But I was left weakened, my power splintered. My siblings, though, are not so easily defeated. They now gather their forces, preparing to invade once more."

Raelen stood slowly, his mind working. "And you need me to stop them."

Nephthys smiled, though it was a smile tinged with the burden of a divine being who had seen too much. "Yes. I need you because your bloodline is special. Your very existence, Raelen, is a thread woven into the fabric of the cosmos itself. You are a being born of a primordial bloodline—one that has existed since the beginning of time itself. It is said that the blood of the ancients holds the potential to transcend even the gods. And you, Raelen, carry that bloodline within you."

Raelen’s mind raced as the weight of her words settled upon him. He had always known there was something more to his lineage, something ancient and powerful—but to hear it now, to understand the depth of his connection to something greater than mortal realms, was both a gift and a curse.

"I saved you from the brink of death," Nephthys continued, "because I knew that your potential was unlike any other. The ancient magic within you, the power of your ancestors, has been dormant for millennia. But now, it is awakening. I have chosen you, not only because of your power but because your lineage has the ability to rival even my siblings. They will not expect it. But you must awaken your full potential—embrace the bloodline you carry, and wield it against them."

Raelen's eyes narrowed, his mind swirling with the implications. "But why me, Nephthys? Why not anyone else?"

Her expression grew grave. "Because your bloodline, Raelen, is *infinite*. Its potential cannot be measured by mortal means. Your power will continue to grow, to evolve, in ways no one can predict. I did not just choose you for your strength—I chose you because you are the one who can stop them, the one who can preserve my multiverse. If I had chosen any other, they would have been consumed by the power they wield. You are different. Your destiny is tied to the very essence of creation itself."

Raelen stood still, taking in the enormity of her words. The stars around him seemed to pulse with energy, and the fabric of reality itself appeared to shift in her presence. "So, I am to be your champion," he said slowly, the weariness of countless lives giving his voice a gravitas that matched the weight of his destiny.

Nephthys nodded, her expression now one of quiet resolve. "Yes. You are my last hope, Raelen. But understand this: I do not expect you to fight this battle alone. You will awaken powers—powers that come from your bloodline and from the very fabric of the multiverse. You will be my champion, but you will also be my equal."

Raelen felt the magic surge within him, as if the very universe itself was resonating with her words. And in that moment, he understood the truth: this battle was not just for her multiverse, but for every realm that existed. If he failed, everything would fall to chaos.

Nephthys raised her hand, and the cosmos seemed to bend in response. "Prepare yourself, Raelen. Awaken to your true power. We are on the brink of war, and your place in this battle will shape the future of all realms. The time for hesitation is over."

With that, the dream shattered like glass, and Raelen awoke. But the knowledge of his bloodline, the power of the gods, and the burden of his new purpose remained with him, heavier than any weight he had ever borne.

The war was coming. And he would be ready.