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Matthew took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.”

Mrs Danvers asked. Emily smirked as she replied quickly. “I'm not going to take too much of your time, let's get this done and I'll leave you to party.” Saying that she stretched out her hand behind her, and the leader of the henchmen pulled out a file and handed it to her. Emily without opening the documents, handed them over to Mr Danvers, saying. “Sign the documents, and hand over the Danvers empire, and I'll spare you and everyone in here.” She said coldly. Mr Danvers grabbing the documents from her hands, took one look at them and threw them to the ground saying, “This is madness.”

"Who are you with and why are you trafficking in my kingdom?" "Hahaha!" the hissed man laughed hysterically. "Of course I'm with the Imperial court of the northern continent!" "Why would your empire want a few halfbreeds?" Levi asked. "What is this box?" "A power that can make any beast submit!" "COVER YOUR EARS!!!" Kyle screamed. "ALL FOR THE GLORY OF THE NORTH!!! APERI CISTAM!!!" the hissed guy yelled. Light detonated. It swallowed the room whole, white and blinding, and then the ground vanished beneath my feet. I hit grass hard, the air knocked clean out of me, sunlight blazing overhead like nothing had happened at all.

Emilio’s face went pale — everything he built collapsing in an instant. “You ungrateful wretch,” he gasped. “I made you. I decided your fate.” “You did,” I said. “And you turned it into a nightmare.” Nikolai pressed his gun under Emilio’s chin. “Time to wake up.” Emilio’s mouth twitched — a last, pathetic attempt to assert dominance. “You’ll become me,” he whispered. “Violence breeds violence. Hate breeds hate. You are my legacy.” I pressed the barrel of my weapon to his heart.

Their souls became vessels for some nameless power that warped and twisted minds into the abominations we faced. More visions came in a torrent, revealing snatches of a vast, sinister empire swelling its corruption across unseen planes. Armies of the deformed answered an infernal call, driven to spread anarchy and contagion to every corner of reality. Until all existence was brought to heel under the same faceless terror we fought.

“Every empire has cracks. Even the Devil’s. All we need to do is push.” I closed the folder with a snap, my heart pounding with the thrill of it. “And what do you get from this?” I asked, my eyes sharp. The man leaned forward, his smirk visible beneath the shadows. “Chaos.” The word rolled off his tongue like silk and steel. “I thrive in it. Men like me always do.” I stared at him, then stubbed my cigar against the table. Ash smeared like blood across the wood. “Then hear me clearly,” I said. “I don’t want Lorenzo’s death clean. I want it slow. I want to take everything from him, his crown, his empire, his men. And when he’s nothing but dust in the eyes of the world…”

In doing so, they had confirmed what reform threatened most. Not power. Familiarity. And familiarity, once disrupted, rarely returned intact. As night deepened, Lillian understood something with quiet certainty. This was not the fall yet. This was the flinch before it. The moment when empires realized that no one was stepping forward to make them feel safe again. And that realization, once made, could not be undone. Shock would fade. Disapproval would calcify. And in the space between, something irrevocable had shifted.

“So how do we beat him?” Luca turned the laptop toward them. “By exposing him.” On the screen was a detailed map of Victor Hale’s acquisitions over the past five years. Companies scattered across Europe, Asia, and South America were all quietly connected to Hale Industries through hidden shell corporations. Miranda leaned closer. “That’s… a lot.” Adriana nodded slowly. “And illegal.” “Not exactly,” Luca said. “Not by itself.” Miranda groaned. “Of course it’s not.” “But,” Luca continued, “the way he funded it might be.”

I'm sure Azazel is well aware that the Empress is attempting to kill him by enlisting him in the army at such a young age. - I gently slid the piece of paper to Azazel's desk, the piece of paper that carried the important information from the book I had read. Azazel's brows furrowed as he took the paper and began reading the contents, my hands balling into fists as he did so. What I didn't expect from him, though, was his reaction. "Ah... That Empress is beyond saving." With wide eyes, I stare at him. "What?" Azazel slid the paper back onto the desk, a confident smile on his lips.

Renji whispered at Kenji as he mocked him. Kenji glared at him and shoved Renji away. “I will be successful, trust your little brother.” Kenji responded sarcastically. He walked away from Renji and just ignored him. Kenji left their palace and then jumped around their front yard. “I am going to miss everything, but I will come back and make everyone proud!” He said to himself while jumping around. He arrived at the garden where the well was located. He sat there facing the well and looked down. “Maddie Oh, I am going to kill you!” He screamed and then jumped into the well. That well is the gate to the human world from the Werewolf Kingdom.