LOGINThe Cathedral of St. Jude was bathed in a light so pure it felt like a judgment. Today was the day of the Royal Investiture, the moment Leo Draven would officially become the Protector of the Realm. Thousands gathered outside, their cheers muffled by the thick, ancient stone walls, while the high
The weeks following the "Great Glitch"—as the official palace records called it—were the most delicate in the history of the realm. While the public celebrated a swift recovery of the kingdom’s infrastructure, the Draven estate became a high-security sanctuary for a population that didn't officially
The North Wing of the palace was a place of soft carpets and muted sunlight, designed to be a sanctuary for the future of the realm. But as the Dravens sprinted through the gilded corridors, it felt like a labyrinth of ice. The silence here was worse than the screaming of the machines in the High Co
The High Court chamber, usually a sanctuary of measured speech and ancient law, became a slaughterhouse of chrome and code. The grey smoke was so thick that the only things visible were the glowing blue optics of the Twelve Judges. "Lucien, get down!" Kaiser’s voice boomed over the hiss of the gren
The surface of the harbor was a churning cauldron of black grease and freezing foam. Kaiser, Izora, and Caspian collapsed onto the swaying deck of the salvage barge, the massive crane still groaning under the tension of the warehouse roof it had just ripped away. "Leo!" Izora scrambled to the edge
Benedict paused by the tall window, the rain casting streaks across his reflection. He stared at himself, at the monster he had willingly become, and smiled. Monsters did not regret. Monsters survived. Let her mother protect her now, he thought, a sneer tugging at his lips. Let her husband shield
She was on her side, looking at the large window. The afternoon light streamed through the sheer curtains, soft gold weaving through light linen, delicately touching the floor like a lullaby for the shattered. From this spot, she could view the sky. Vast, expansive, limitless. Several birds zipped b
It had been a few days since Celestine’s unexpected visit, and the mansion had taken on a strange quiet again. But not the kind that suffocated, it was watchful now. Like the house was waiting for something… or someone. Izora, for the first time in weeks, was no longer locked away in her golden pri
“…but then I changed my mind,” he finished, voice calm, casual, but unmistakably lethal. Izora’s gaze hardened. She didn’t flinch as he approached. But her fists clenched at her sides. Kaiser’s eyes flicked to Claude. Cold. Calculating. He placed a firm hand on Claude’s shoulder, almost friendly
The mansion was quiet, but it wasn't what it seemed. It was like a snow-covered meadow, beautiful and pristine, but everyone knew that something dangerous was hiding just underneath. No one walked too loudly. No one asked too many questions. And yet, whispers carried farther than bullets in Eirian t







