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It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

“It means we just moved from nuisance to chapter heading. That makes them more dangerous. It also means burning us isn’t the only option on their table anymore.” “You really think they care about anything but force?” a dockworker near the front called out. “I think they care about force, and meaning,” Ethan said. “Empires run on stories as much as soldiers. If the story is ‘Dominion razes the city that tried to fight without killing,’ that scares other cities into silence for a while. But it also plants a question they don’t want planted. If we survive, we become proof there’s another way to be strong. They don’t like questions they didn’t write.”

I knew what was Emperor was doing, “I think I know what Emperor is doing, back around 2012 Emperor and his one of DarkMario2’s creations named Solaris did the unthinkable, silencing the community after that Emperor used the Killswitch to destroy Inkopolis, the fusion of Inkopolis Plaza, Inkopolis Square and Splatsville. That’s why Inkopolis was inhabitable, now Emperor leaves and I know why, he’s going to atone for what he has done back thirty-two years ago, he’s going to face the actions of his past and if possible seek forgiveness but it's going to be risky for him, why? Because he’s facing this alone. Emperor was located on top of the a building that was part of the Inkopolis Tower overlo

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.

Together, they were learning how to navigate the chaos, how to fight back against the forces that threatened to tear them apart. And with each passing day, Kael realized something else: the empire was not just the land they ruled. It was the people who stood beside them—the ones who had fought alongside them, who had been with them in the darkest moments. The empire would rise again, not because of its walls or its throne, but because of the strength of those who still believed in it. But that would only happen if they could confront the enemy at its heart—if they could face the darkness that had been planted so deeply within their ranks.

"Are you really in love with him?" The question caught me completely off guard. I looked away automatically while tightening my fingers around the coffee cup. "I told you already... I don't know...." "That means yes." Silence settled between us briefly after that. Then Maddison sighed quietly before tapping the files lightly. "Alright end of that. Let’s focus on your creepy dead-man conspiracy before you emotionally spiral further." I exhaled slowly before opening the folder carefully. Inside were old documents, photographs, newspaper clippings, medical reports, and the second I saw the first photo, coldness flooded through my body instantly.

My heart stopped. Her clothes. Her shoes. Even the damn custom keyboard I bought her and her encrypted hard drives. Everything. Vanished. Even the bottle of perfume she cherished on her vanity—gone. A cold panic seized me. I sprinted to the study. The "Star Map" was still in the corner, a broken mess. But my eyes were glued to a document on the desk. A single white sheet of paper. Stamped with a court seal. I picked it up. My hand was shaking.

No one wanted another war but Thaveri is going to think that there will be a war. The guards closed the mountain routes from the empire to Thaveri from all sides. It was during the plans that they realised they had not named their merged empire. They were still using the separate flags and documentations on some of the cases. Thus they merged the flags and named the empire 'Mahamaure'- the only empire in Arthanava.

They think I will crack and become weak; instead, I stood taller, stronger and fought back just as hard, if not harder. Yet, I can't stop the feeling of hate. I hate myself for how I am and for the things I have done. This world is a man's world, or at least a woman without remorse because every time I cause blood to drop, it burns me inside. I hate myself. I have no choice, though. If I don't fight them, if I don't punish their behaviour, they will take over the city, my dad's city. My. City! "Miss."