Novel & Cerita Doomsday Ascending

The Upper Realm did not have a night sky. For three million years, it had been bathed in the eternal, flawless glow of the Supreme Sovereign’s divine aura. But today, the sky bled black. The Ascension Gate tore through the fabric of the Celestial dimension, a massive, swirling vortex of dark void-energy and golden Alpha fire. It materialized directly above the Heavenly Plaza—a sprawling expanse of polished white jade where three million immortal soldiers of the Heavenly Host stood in perfectly terrified formation.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

To her, I was nothing but an inconvenience. Savannah took Edmund with her to the hall where all ability wielders assembled. They strutted in arrogantly. Edmund slapped his ID down on the registration counter, a smug look spreading across his face. "I've awakened a special ability now—it's the strongest lightning-based ability there is. Register me now so I can go on missions." He was so drunk on his own ego that he didn't notice the skeptical looks people shot his way. "A lightning-based ability? If I remember correctly, you're an ordinary civilian. How did you suddenly awaken a special ability? You're not trying to pull a fast one, are you?" the clerk asked.

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

"Elara? Can you hear me?" The voice came from a small speaker in the wall. It was Vivian Vance—my mother. "I can hear you, Investor," I rasped, the violet root in my chest tightening like a noose. "Don't be dramatic, darling," Vivian said, her voice smooth and maternal. "You’re making history. The 'Ascension' is starting. In three hours, the Vance Global Initiative will move the 'Selected'—the top 1% of the True Real—into a new dimension. A world where there is no decay, no debt, and no death. And it’s all powered by your King."

Silence filled the mansion. I leaned back slowly. A strange laugh escaped my lips. Not loud, Just satisfied. Trevor looked at me carefully. “You enjoyed that,” he stated. I turned to him. “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “Good.” I stood up and walked toward the large window, looking outside at the gates where Raymond’s car was disappearing. One month. Just one month. And I already felt something dangerous growing inside me. Control. Confidence. Dominance. I turned back toward Trevor.

Ruby looked at Hayley. "Back when I was in the Zion Ascetic Order, I came across something even more secretive, more powerful than us. That was Ascendant Creed. "Almost no one on the outside knows about them. They're a group of fanatics obsessed with what they call 'higher truth.' A theological cult, basically. They believe human life as it is now is too primitive, too weak to handle true evolution. They think higher civilizations come from outside Earth, and even the civilization we built is low-level. We're basically trash in their eyes."

As we got down from the car, I held Kristen’s hand in mine as we were led into the building. The guards standing by the entrance had those familiar eerie red eyes. As luck would have it, when we walked into the building, it was completely empty except for Damien and the two guards standing behind their altar. When we stopped at the altar, there was an opening in the roof just like the one at our pack, but the moon wasn’t there yet. “There’s already an army on their way to your pack. It's the first place they’ll destroy,” Damien said as he folded his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth, “The ascension won’t start until the next thirty minutes.”

The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration. Ethan's blood ran cold. Me. Evelyn nodded. Yes, Ethan. You are the final key. The video suddenly changed. A countdown appeared. PROJECT ASCENSION: 23:59:41 Jason looked at Ethan. That's less than twenty-four hours. Evelyn's voice returned. When the countdown reaches zero, every consciousness connected to the Ascension network will be transferred. Ethan stared at the screen. Transferred where? The answer appeared in large letters. THE NEW WORLD.

With a driven support from the energized rope, they speared out of the domain like arrows before the dimensions itself falls into it armageddon of total collapse. Nexus Of The Planet North Path They rolled out of nothingness into something like balls falling rigidly on the grassy ground like mallets. Bishop Daimon groaned in loud pain, he felt so stressed and heavily he couldn't move for vast minutes, he just stared at the sky lying helpless on the ground like a child. Clancy was still unconscious, he knew he was still alive for he could hear his heart beats. He tried to move but he was heavily fatigue, he needs to refill. If he was a normal vampire, he would have needed to feed before perfe