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An endless army kneeling before a throne. The same banners. The same armor. The same soldiers. Waiting. Always waiting. The vision vanished. Lyra staggered. The Hollow Queen's voice immediately appeared inside her mind. Don't let them touch you. Fear laced her words. Real fear. Who are they? The Legion. The answer came instantly. The first army. Lyra frowned. First army? The Hollow Queen fell silent. As if even explaining terrified her. Across the battlefield, Kaelen moved beside Cassian.

As it descended, the temperature dropped, the humidity replaced by the sterile, recycled air of a high-tech lab. The doors opened to a vast, subterranean chamber. It was filled with glass pods, each one illuminated by a soft, amber light. Inside the pods were infants—dozens of them. They were identical. "The Legion," Vira whispered, her hand sweeping over the room. "The Architect realized that individual heirs are prone to... complications. They fall in love. They develop consciences. They rebel. But a legion? A legion is a collective. They are raised in a hive, taught one language, one purpose. They are the ultimate corporate officers. No ego. No betrayal. Only the Lu-Sheng interest."

“Then the final gate will soon open. And when it does… I will tear the light from her soul.” He raised his hand, summoning his general's twisted beasts born of betrayal and death. “Prepare the Legions. The last war begins now.”

“Don’t call me that.” “You’ll always be my Alpha, Theodore.” Caleb stepped into view, tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that held too much knowing. “Even if they put a fucking clown on the throne.” He always knew how to push buttons. Caleb had been my second in command back when things still made sense, before betrayals and blood turned the pack into a battlefield of silence and politics. While others bowed to Nolan out of fear or convenience, Caleb never did. He knew the truth. He saw it even when I tried to bury it.

"The Legion is currently at the Davao International Airport. They have four transport planes filled with 'Sleeper' units. They are going to level the city to find you." She gestured to the vast garden around them. "This is the 'Second Garden'. It is the only place on Earth that the Legion’s satellites cannot see. Stay here. Let me help you finalize the 'Omegas'. We can make the twins immune to the neural-link. We can make them truly free." Sabizina looked at Rage. She saw the conflict in his eyes. He hated his mother, but he knew the data she was presenting was logically sound. The "Phase Two" transmission she had seen earlier—it all pointed to a larger, more organized force.

“Last night, I discussed several operational details with Marcellus and Advisor Elias. Based on the current deployment of the Second Legion and taking into account overall troop efficiency, we’ve drafted a new oversight arrangement—” Her gaze landed on Eryx, open and unflinching, with a sharp edge that could not be ignored. “The Second Legion will now primarily oversee the eastern and northern expansion zones. The southern and western sectors will be temporarily supervised by General Allen, with support from a detachment of the Seventh Legion.” The quiet murmurs around the table stopped abruptly. Some eyes widened, clearly still processing what they had just heard. Others straightened in the

*** Meanwhile, Jaden arrived at the topmost floor and entered the main hall after donning a set of heavy armor. “Jaden, you’re here.” A middle-aged man stood inside. He had a powerful, masculine temperament with the intimidating presence of a veteran fighter. Jaden shuddered when he saw him and said, “I’m really sorry the plan failed, War Legate Hydra. Something went wrong in Swallowston and War Legate Draco was here. Nobody saw this coming!” The man called War Legate Hydra squinted his eyes. Luposia’s military ranks reflected that of Navia—made up of ten battle warriors, four war legates, and two war duxes.

WARNING. This work is not suitable for young audiences. Matured and explicit contents are expected ahead. Read at your own risks. Someone's POV *Attention to all the members of the Legion, there has been a leak on the Fourth Sector. All the Manslayers are requested to gather. Your immediate response is being demanded.* *Attention to all the members of the Legion, there has been a leak on the Fourth Sector. All the Manslayers are requested to gather. Your immediate response is being demanded.*

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

"The white is lonely. It just wanted a home." The Shadow Claws fell to their knees, gasping for air. The silver fire retracted into their skin, leaving behind a fine, iridescent sheen of starlight. They weren't "Purified," and they weren't "Shadowed." They were something new. They were the first warriors of the "Genesis Legion." Lyra fell to her knees beside her son, her hands trembling as she pulled him into her chest. She felt the warmth of his skin, but it was different now. It was a warmth that carried the weight of the entire world.