Chapter sixteen- Veyrath Awakens and Blesses His Court - Naruto- All Worlds Kneel: God Of Otsutsuki

(From Veyrath's POV) Awakening

I stirred from the depths of my long slumber, the sensation akin to breaking through the surface of a still pond after an interminable immersion. The Cocoon of Authority, once a protective shroud that cradled me in a timeless embrace, fell away like fragile ash carried on the wind. Beneath me, the Black Throne pulsated with life, thumping in rhythm with the echoes of a thousand dead worlds, each song an ancient tale of loss and power. The Silent Abyss, a vast expanse of nothingness, shivered in response to my breath, bending and twisting as reality conceded to my awakening. The multiverse itself quaked in anticipation of my return, a prelude to the chaos I was about to unleash.

Before me stood the figures who had awaited my rise, the faithful few who had remained loyal through epochs of silence. They were the souls who had knelt long ago — far before the advent of spoken words, before memory itself had formed when the pure instinct of loyalty had been enough to draw them to me. Their heads bowed, faces pressed against the cold stone floor, and their spirits bared before me, stripped of pretense and shame. The warmth of their loyalty encircled me, enveloping me like a comforting storm.

And at long last, after countless eternities adrift in the void, I opened my eyes.

**The Gaze of the Sovereign**

As my vision adjusted to the dimness surrounding me, I took in the sight of them, my loyal first six.

Varek is a towering figure of unmatched strength and fierce loyalty.

Xeron, his presence radiating a cold, calculating authority.

Myrthus, a shadowy enigma, always lurking at the edges of perception.

Zavrek, the cunning architect of deception, always weaving webs of illusion.

Selvara, was a dreamer who could ensnare civilizations in nightmarish reveries.

Ravena, the fierce War-Mistress, known for her ferocity on the battlefield.

They were my First Six, ancient and steadfast, the blood of loyalty that had never once waned.

At the forefront of my gaze knelt my beloved Empress Seraphis, a regal figure exuding an air of primordial power. Alongside her, my First Knight Caelora, a warrior of unmatched skill and resolve, waited at the foot of the Throne's first step. Their loyalty burned deep and steady, as enduring as the Abyss itself. They deserved more than a silent acknowledgment of their unwavering commitment; they deserved tangible gifts, manifestations of my gratitude.

These were not mere baubles or transient displays of borrowed power; they were gifts that resonated with the essence of who they were and who they had chosen to become.

I rose from the Black Throne, the very fabric of the Abyss trembling beneath my movement as if the darkness itself was paying homage to my re-emergence. Above me, the remnants of the broken Cocoon shattered entirely, releasing waves of pure, unadulterated Authority that cascaded through existence like a cosmic waterfall.

I extended my hand, feeling the surge of power flowing within me. Silver-black fire collected in my palm, a gleaming orb that pulsed with the essence of my being. This was not a command nor chains to bind them; this was a blessing, a mark of eternal favor that would entwine our fates forever.

**The Gifts of the Sovereign**

One by one, I directed my energy into shapes, crafting their unique gifts with care and intent, sealing them into the very cores of their waiting souls.

**Varek of Kozurai — Blade of Conquest**

Gift: **Sovereign's Brand**

Wherever Varek sets foot, the ground itself claims allegiance to my name, a territory marked not just by his presence but by the profound force of reality itself. His enemies do not merely fall to his blade; the very essence of the universe rises against them, turning hostile at his approach.