Todos los capítulos de The Emperor’s False Omega: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Aziel’s POVThe battlefield burned beneath a crimson sky.The scent of blood and iron choked the air as steel clashed against steel. Bodies fell beneath my blade, one after another, until the enemy’s banners were torn down and trampled beneath our feet.Victory. At last.I laughed, breathless, and turned toward the one man I trusted most.“We won, Ronan…”Pain.A sharp, burning pain tore through my chest.I looked down.A blade. His blade.Ronan stood before me, his hand buried in my heart. His face was splattered with blood… mine.“Forgive me, my King,” he whispered.Then he twisted the blade.My eyes snapped open.My chest heaved violently as I clawed at the silk sheets beneath me.No blood. No battlefield. No Ronan.Instead…A soft canopy.Perfume.And a body far too light to be mine.I froze, my breath coming in sharp bursts as my gaze darted around the room.The ceiling above me was painted in pale silver patterns. Thin curtains draped around an oversized bed, soft and expensive-

Aziel’s POVI stepped out of the carriage and the cold night air hit my face.The world outside was chaos.Torches blazed against the darkness. Horses screamed. Men shouted over the clash of steel. The smell of blood and smoke filled the air.Bandits.Or assassins.I did not care which. Bodies already littered the road.The Iron Fang soldiers fought in tight formation, blades flashing beneath the moonlight. Whoever attacked us had planned this well.There were too many.Soren stood beside me, one hand on the hilt of a short blade.His gray eyes scanned the battlefield quickly.“Stay inside.”I laughed.He looked at me sharply.“My Prince…”I stepped forward.“I was born on battlefields.”His jaw tightened.“This body was not.”Fair.I ignored him.A man charged toward us through the smoke. A curved blade raised high.Soren moved first.Steel flashed.The man’s throat opened and blood sprayed across the dirt. He dropped.I raised a brow.Soren wiped his blade calmly.“Stay behind me.”

Aziel’s POVThe gates closed behind us with a thunderous sound that echoed through stone and bone.It did not feel like entering a kingdom.It felt like being swallowed.I walked forward anyway.The courtyard stretched wide, paved in dark stone worn smooth by years of war and blood. Tall pillars lined the path ahead, each carved with jagged patterns that seemed almost alive beneath the shifting light. Soldiers stood on both sides, unmoving, their presence suffocating.No one spoke.No one dared.The only sound was the echo of Ragnar’s footsteps ahead of me, unhurried as if the entire world would wait for him.I followed.My steps were lighter.Weaker.But steady.Soren walked slightly behind me, close enough to intervene, far enough not to draw attention. I could feel his gaze on my back, watchful and calculating.Good.He was learning.We entered the main hall.The moment I crossed the threshold, the pressure changed.Magic.It clung to the walls, to the floor, to the very air itself

Aziel’s POVThe summons came at dusk, and this time it was not delivered through a servant or even Soren. Ragnar came himself.The door to my quarters opened without warning, but I did not turn immediately. I remained by the window, looking out at the courtyard below where soldiers trained in precise formations, their movements sharp and disciplined. I let him step fully into the room before acknowledging him. If he expected obedience, he would continue to be disappointed.“You’re adjusting quickly,” Ragnar said.His voice carried the same calm weight as always, controlled and unreadable.“I don’t have a choice,” I replied, finally turning to face him.He studied me for a moment, his gaze slower this time, more deliberate, as though measuring something that had shifted since the last time we spoke. “You always have a choice.”I held his gaze without flinching. “You didn’t come here to discuss that.”“No,” he said, stepping closer. “Walk.”It was not a request, but I moved anyway, not

Aziel’s POVSleep did not come easily in this palace.The silence here was different from the silence of war camps or abandoned battlefields. Those places carried exhaustion. This place carried tension. Even the walls felt awake, listening to every movement, every breath.I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling long after midnight, one arm resting over the still-healing wound at my side. Moonlight filtered faintly through the curtains, silver against dark stone. Somewhere beyond the windows, guards changed shifts. Boots echoed through distant corridors before fading again.Everything here moved with purpose.Everything except me.For the first time in years, I was trapped in weakness. The thought irritated me more than the pain ever could.I exhaled slowly and closed my eyes.Sleep eventually dragged me under, though lightly. Never fully. My instincts had been trained too long for that.That was why I felt it immediately.Mana.Cold.Sharp.Wrong.My eyes opened instantly.The room wa