The Masked Virtuoso-Chapter 84: The Throne of the Betrayer

The Throne That Shouldn’t Exist

Ethan stood at the edge of the unknown.

The universe he had remade stretched endlessly behind him—a world sculpted from his will, flawless yet somehow incomplete. Before him, something ancient, something untouched by time, awaited.

The golden sky above him cracked like fragile glass, revealing an endless void beyond. But this was not the Rift. It was something older.

And in the heart of it all—

A throne.

A structure of impossible scale, forged from the ruins of forgotten realities, stood in the center of the abyss. Its surface shimmered like liquid gold, but beneath that radiance, something shifted.

Something alive.

It pulsed with a presence Ethan did not recognize.

Not the Rift.

Not Nihilor.

Something more.

A golden shadow flickered around Ethan as he took his first step forward. The instant his foot touched the unseen surface of the void—

The throne reacted.

The sky above him fractured violently, as if the very fabric of time was rejecting his presence. The throne pulsed, sending waves of distortion outward, and in that moment— 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Reality itself twisted.

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The Throne’s Memory

Ethan’s surroundings shifted.

One moment, he was in a formless abyss. The next—he was standing amidst a battlefield long forgotten.

Skies burned above him, torn apart by a war that had never been recorded.

Beings unlike anything Ethan had ever seen clashed in the heavens—not gods, not mortals, but something in between. Their forms shifted constantly, flickering between existence and nonexistence.

A golden throne sat at the heart of it all.

But unlike the one before Ethan, this throne was claimed.

A figure sat upon it, their body wrapped in endless black fire, their eyes burning with golden radiance. They raised their hand, and entire galaxies collapsed into dust.

Then—Ethan saw himself.

Not as he was now.

Not as he had been.

But as he could become.

A being without limit. Without form. A presence that commanded all of existence.

But something was wrong.

The throne consumed its occupant. Slowly, inevitably, the power of the seat overwhelmed the one who sat upon it.

The golden flames that once surrounded the figure dimmed. Their body began to dissolve, becoming part of the throne itself, their voice lost in the void.

And then—

The throne was empty.

Waiting.

And Ethan understood.

This was not a gift.

This was a trap.

The throne did not offer power. It devoured those who sought to claim it.

A voice broke through the vision.

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The Vision of the End

"You already know what this is, don’t you, Riftborn?"

Ethan’s breath slowed.

This voice was not Nihilor’s.

Not the Rift.

Not the remnants of the old world.

It was something else.

Something that had always existed—watching.

Ethan’s golden eyes burned. "Who are you?"

A pause. Then—

"The first Riftborn."

Ethan’s fingers curled into fists.

"The first to fail."

The sky collapsed.

BOOM.

A force unlike anything before crashed into Ethan, sending him spiraling through infinite realities. He tried to resist, tried to hold onto himself, but the force dragged him deeper.

One moment, he was before the throne.

The next—he was nowhere.

And then—he saw it.

Not the future.

Not the past.

Not even the present.

The end.

Planets shattered like fragile glass.

Galaxies collapsed inward, devoured by unseen forces.

Entire realities burned away, leaving only empty void.

At the center of it—

Himself.

Or rather—what remained of him.

A broken version of himself, kneeling before the throne. His golden-shadow flames extinguished, his body drenched in an aura of complete ruin.

And sitting atop the throne—

Something he could not comprehend.

Not Nihilor.

Not the Rift.

Not even the Creator.

Something beyond all of it.

Something that should not exist.

A whisper rippled through the collapsing universe.

"This is what happens if you do not rise, Riftborn."

Ethan’s heart pounded.

Then—

Another voice.

Deeper. Older. Final.

"This is the fate of all who think they are worthy."

Ethan roared, forcing his power outward, trying to escape—

And the vision shattered.

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The Team Returns

A sudden pulse.

Ethan turned.

And there—they stood.

Mia.

Selene.

Orion.

Kieran.

Nefera.

His team.

They had stepped into the unknown with him, refusing to be left behind.

Mia smirked. "You didn’t think we’d just sit back and watch, did you?"

Selene’s silver eyes gleamed. "We’ve come too far for that."

Kieran crossed his arms. "If you’re facing something worse than Nihilor, then you’ll need backup."

Orion adjusted his rifle. "We’re not letting you do this alone."

Nefera, her expression unreadable, simply stared at him. "We’re not leaving you behind, Ethan."

Ethan’s gaze swept over them.

They weren’t giving up.

A small smile formed on his lips.

"Then I guess I should give you a fighting chance."

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The Return of Power

Ethan raised his hand.

Golden energy erupted around him, spiraling outward in radiant waves. His presence shook the very foundation of reality.

And then—he willed it into being.

Power.

Not the Rift’s power. Not artifact power.

Something new.

Something stronger.

One by one, he touched each of them, returning what they had lost—but reforging it into something greater.

Mia’s daggers materialized, but this time, they pulsed with golden energy, moving as if they had a will of their own.

Selene’s spear reformed, no longer just divine, but something beyond—a weapon capable of cutting through time itself.

Orion’s rifle crackled with an energy even he didn’t recognize—a force that could pierce through existence itself.

Kieran’s armor shifted, transforming into something more than physical—a barrier against even the destruction of reality.

Nefera—

She looked down at her hands as pure golden flames erupted from her fingertips.

She inhaled sharply. "...This isn’t the Rift."

Ethan nodded. "No. This is something new."

Mia twirled her daggers. "Now this is more like it."

Ethan turned toward the throne. "Then let’s see if we’re ready."

The ground rumbled.

The voice spoke one last time—

"Then prove that you deserve to sit upon the Throne of the Betrayer."

And with that—

The battle began.

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To Be Continued...