The Atlantis Continent, 2nd Era, Kingdom of Valoria.

Perched majestically along the rugged spine of a towering mountain range that stretched across the Continent, "Elyus" the capital city of the Kingdom of Valoria, gleamed under the golden radiance of the Blazing Sun. Its sprawling gothic architecture, adorned with towering spires and intricate carvings, reflected the grandeur of a city blessed by the divine.

The streets below bustled with life, the clatter of carriages drawn by sleek white horses echoing on the cobbled paths. Streetlamps, entwined with lush green vines, stood like ancient sentinels, casting warm glows over the laughing children who raced along the sidewalks and the noblewomen who gossiped in the lavish open-air taverns. The vibrancy of the city contrasted sharply with the dark rumors that had spread across the Atlanis Continent, speaking of omens and calamity. Here, in Elyus, all seemed prosperous and serene.

At the heart of the city, rising like a colossal monument of faith and power, stood the "Cathedral of the Sun", its spires piercing the heavens. Constructed from pure white marble and adorned with golden accents, the cathedral’s exterior was a testament to the brilliance of Valoria’s patron god, "Almighty Sun." Atop the tallest spire, a massive golden sun emblem caught the light, shimmering brightly against the cerulean sky.

Inside, the cathedral was no less magnificent. Vast murals and sculptures, each a masterpiece in its own right, adorned the walls, depicting the ancient epics of gods and heroes from the dawn of the world. White Towering pillars supported the vaulted ceiling, and at the center of the grand hall stood a colossal fountain, its waters flowing around the marble statue of a winged angel, hands open wide, facing the sun as though welcoming its divine embrace.

Believers from all walks of life—nobles, commoners, children, and the elderly—filled the cathedral’s pews, each one facing the grand altar where a magnificent statue of the Sun God towered above them. The god was depicted as a youthful and handsome figure, his white robes flowing with celestial grace. In one hand, he held a book of divine law; in the other, he cradled a brilliant sphere that resembled the golden sun. A radiant halo of light crowned his head, with rays of light bursting outward in all directions, as if to illuminate all of creation.

As the solemn music of the cathedral's band filled the air, the priest at the altar—clad in resplendent white and gold—raised his hands in prayer, his voice filled with reverence. The congregation rose from their seats, tracing the symbol of the golden sun upon their chests in perfect unison.

"Praise the Everlasting Flame!" They chanted in reverence.

In response to their devout prayers, the golden halo around the statue began to glow, growing brighter and brighter until it filled the entire hall with a divine light. From the radiant aura, small motes of light—like golden stars—fell from the ceiling, touching the foreheads of the faithful. With every touch, the believers felt a warmth, as though the god himself had blessed them.

As the golden light faded and the motes of stardust dissolved into the air, The congregation slowly dispersed, leaving the cathedral with hearts full of devotion. 

Seated on a wooden bench near the cathedral's entrance was a lone man, dressed in a manner that sharply contrasted with the ornate robes and garments of the city’s inhabitants. His angular features and long white hair made him stand out, but it was his golden eyes—burning like miniature suns—that marked him as something more. The man watched the believers exit, a serene and soft expression etched on his face.

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If any of the worshippers had paid closer attention to the man, they might have recognized him. His features were the same as the statue inside. The believers, on the other hand, could see him and even determine that he is most likely a foreigner based on his dress style, but they didn't seem to notice the resemblance and continued walking without stopping.

The man was none other than the, Aurelion Blaze, The Almighty Sun God himself.

Yes, it "was" because, He was no longer the Golden Emperor, who once ruled in the celestial courts. The one that had risen far beyond that station soon after, and ascend to Divine throne of light, his past consumed by the fire of his ambition.

The man let out a soft sigh as his thoughts wandered back to his previous life in earth before he ended up in this situation... Before he transmigrated as the god. The man looked out at the beautiful and vibrant city with slight melancholy.

His thoughts drifted back to his mortal life in his previous world— a life so distant it felt like a dream now. He had been an ordinary man once, bound by the chains of monotony and mediocrity. Despite a good education and a steady job, his existence had been dull, a ceaseless cycle of work, eat, sleep, and repeat. The dreams of his childhood—dreams of greatness, of adventure, of seeing the world—had faded into the cold reality of adult life, buried under bills, responsibilities, and the tedium of survival.

But then, one fateful night, everything had changed. The stars had gleamed brighter than ever, and the sun, the Eternal luminous went dark, veiling the sky in twilight like an ominous omen. In that moment, the ordinary had been shattered. The world as he knew, faded into nothingness, replaced by a reality far more profound and terrifying.

When he awoke, he found himself in a new body, a body not of flesh but of divine essence. Memories of another life flooded his mind—memories of war, of conquest, of swearing oaths with other angels, Getting appointed as an Emperor under the banner of the sun god. He had become Aurelion, the Emperor of Gold and order, the champion of the sun.

The Old sun, to be precise.

Even after becoming the Emperor, ambition had burned bright within him. He had grown restless under the Sun God’s rule. Power, glorious and infinite, had called to him. And in the twilight of the sun’s reign, when he was at his weakest, he had answered that call.

The memory of his betrayal returned to him like a vivid nightmare. The gleaming white sword in his hand, that peirced the golden heart, as he mercilessly reaped of the golden crystal that gleamed on his forehead, ending the Sun god’s eternal reign. The sky had darkened, the sun’s light dimming as the Former Sun God fell. And from the ashes of that twilight, "Aurelion" had risen, not as the Emeperor or Angel, but as the new god.

Now, as the Almighty Sun, he gazed out at the bustling city of Elyus with a quiet melancholy. He had achieved everything he had once dreamed of—power, immortality, the reverence of mortals. And yet, a part of him still longed for something more. Something lost in the memories of a his forgotten life.

He sighed again, as the memories of his past flooded in his mind like flowing river.

Aurelion, the Almighty Sun, had lived a life of unimaginable splendor, his memories spanning millennia. Yet, amidst this vast sea of divine recollections, he felt the encroaching weight of his former self, a man named Aryan before his transmigration. The identity of Aurelion began to overshadow his own mortal origins, as if he were losing himself within the sprawling expanse of time.

However, By some strange phenomena, unknown and profound, anchored his remaining human essence against the divinty of god, preventing him from being completely consumed by the overwhelming flood of millenia long memories. It was as though this mysterious power held him fast, preserving a fragment of his true self amidst the sea of divine recollections.

He found himself caught in a moment of profound introspection, questioning whether he was Aurelion, the exalted sun god, or the man from a bygone world- Aryan vaidha was in this realm a tangible reality or merely the echo of a fantastical dream?

But he was divine existence now, he wasn't to lost himself by mere conflict of mind. So as the memories fully integrated with his consciousness, the realization soon dawned upon him with startling clarity. He was no longer the person he once was. His essence had transformed, melding the divine grandeur of Aurelion with the poignant humanity of his former self. He had become something entirely new, a unique fusion of divine and mortal attributes.

This transformation did not instill fear in him; rather, he faced it with serene acceptance. He recognized that he was neither the Golden emperor of old nor the ordinary man from Earth. He was a new entity, embodying the best of both worlds, yet he was still undeniably Aurelion- The almighty sun.

But that wasn't the end of revelations. With all those memories, He understood the inevitable truth: that even the gods weren't omnipotent, and even they are going to perish when the end of everything approaches the earth. But for now, he had embraced his new identity and let go of his former life’s constraints. His name, Aurelion, had become inseparable from his being, a testament to his new existence.

Lost in these contemplations, Aurelion's reverie was interrupted by a sudden voice from his left.

"Excuse me, sir," a young man addressed him, his tone trembling with reverence. "Do you have a moment to speak about our lord and savior, the Almighty Sun?"

Aurelion looked up, initially taken aback due to all the chaotic thoughts, but a warm, knowing smile soon graced his lips.

"Yes," he responded with gentle assurance.