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“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

Evidence of a dying empire trying to resurrect itself through intimidation. Then she did something that surprised even herself. She smiled — small, defiant. Because the threat meant they were afraid. And fear, she knew now, was the first crack in any empire. Outside, thunder rolled in the distance, rain beginning to fall. The city glistened under streetlights, restless and alive. She turned off the lights, locked the door, and whispered to the empty room — “You can try to rewrite history. But I’ve already started the next chapter.” The sound of rain swallowed her words, carrying them into the night — a quiet promise, and a warning.

The empire would fall this time. And he would rise. END OF FLASHBACK

Tyr had the book, and Seren couldn’t let him take it away. “Seren, that book is related to an upcoming global disaster. Our mission is to return this book to Dragun Squad. We must not allow this book to fall into the wrong hands,” Jabir explained. “A great disaster? What a joke!” Seren exclaimed. “This is hilarious! Why do you even bother to make up excuses if you want to take this book for yourself? You’re a joke! The Song of the Empire was created to collect the fortune of the Vraniel Dynasty of over 400 years. Give me that book right now. It’s a family heirloom after all.”

'Since when did the Emperor go soft as a marshmallow? END OF CHAPTER 8

The world shivered beneath the weight of chaos. The sky burned a sickly crimson as the Abyss clawed at reality, distorting cities into molten fragments and twisting the air into jagged, tearing winds. Emily stumbled through the devastation, her heart pounding, her hands shaking with energy she could barely control. Every pulse of her power threatened to fracture the very ground beneath her feet, yet somehow, she held on to herself. The voice of the Abyss had faded, replaced by a quieter, insistent echo of her own will. I am not yours. I am not a tool. I am Emily.

"I'm an orphan. Then what does that make you, the one who raised me?" For a moment, he had no response. "Search her!" Anna screamed. "Make her hand it over!" "Yeah, search her!" "Thief! Give Miss Costa's crown back!" Clutching my suitcase, I dodged their hands as best as I could. In the chaos, someone kicked me hard in the stomach. I stumbled back and slammed into the wall. Pain exploded through me, and the suitcase flew from my hand. Anna lunged forward immediately and flipped it open.

“…then he will fall with her.” The general goes quiet. Smart man. He understands what that means. Because if Sebastian truly stands in my way… I will remove him. Bond or not. Love or not. No one threatens my empire. No one. The storm finally breaks. Rain begins pouring against the fortress walls. Cold. Relentless. Just like the war that is coming. I stand there watching the lightning tear across the sky. Thinking about Alexis. About the fire in her eyes. The fury. The power.