Novel & Cerita Eternal Sacred King

Jackson, having finished the process before him since it was transferred via Spiritual Blood and the fact his actual father's soul was inside of him having trying to take over helped the process. "Settle down. It was just.. ugh dreaming.." Ren felt the memories pour in. Anger boiled to the surface. Nothing but anger at what happened to him. 'Reap.. what did you do?' Near Jackson, the Reap System appeared. Its facial features are closer to Jackson now than Ren's own. Reap System: My duty, your highness. The Eternity Realm decided you must be king, so you are King. The Darkness Palace is yours to command. Its territories are yours to rule over for Eternity.

Now, the six known Sacred Saints of Satr Kingdom were all gathered in one place. Except for Zenon, the other five looked very old, especially the old woman with a cane. She seemed like she was on the verge of death. However, these people were the most powerful in Star Kingdom. Those five people seemed old, but one must know that Saints were immortal, and they would not need to go through an Eternal Catastrophe. Therefore, the organs and cells of their bodies would not age like ordinary people. They could always maintain their peak. They looked old because they had been living for too long and their mental age was old, resulting in them looking like this.

He sipped a little before he continued. “Don’t worry” He assured in a much comfortable tone “Your Body is built stronger and more powerful than a mere human. Basically, you’re now an Immortal. You’re strength alone can take a battalion of monsters. Not even thousands of Giants and demons can graze you. That’s how powerful you are right now” He just stood there looking at the man. “Still won’t believe it, do you?” the old man suddenly asked. Navi, the innocent man quickly nodded in agreement.

“No!” All heads turned to the new voice. The Captain. Savage recognized. Deragan ducked a few branches to walk far enough in to join them. A hand outstretched to stay Tev. “Do not draw your weapon on him.” “Why?” Tev’s brow knitted. Phalanx sighed and stood. “Because he’s Savage Jack. The King of Assassins.” Tev still looked confused. He’s never heard of me. “If you pull that on me,” Savage nodded toward the hatchet. “I’ll kill you with it.”

He called me again. "You’re my dearest daughter," he said, but in my chest I felt a sharp knife pressed as if my soul screamed 'no', "the one who will bring victory to heaven, the one who will defeat the cruel black king who took humans as nothing but slaves. You are the one who will set them free" he spoke every time and even if I tried to leave, even if I wanted to deny, my eyes would shine in gold, my body would rise to the heavens in front of that cathedral - and in my body it would leave one more mark. Your brand.

He could only tell that Evelyn, the new queen he had summoned, was showing a subtle sense of vulnerability at the moment. This puzzled Baymont. "The name of the Demon King," Evelyn said suddenly, "I want to know the name of the Demon King." "His Majesty, the Demon King, is the only Demon who has ever awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods; his name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one may call the Gods by their first names." Baymont paused for a moment and told her, "But the projection of His Majesty's consciousness in the human world is called Irzey.

Thomas asked, his arm tight around my waist. "The sacrifice," Mr Blake said, his voice filled with awe. "Serenity, you were willing to die for Thomas. A selfless act of love, freely given." "I don't understand," I said, still staring at the frozen bullet. "In every lifetime, Margaret's hatred has been the driving force," Mr Blake explained. "Her obsession, her need for revenge. But love, true, selfless love, is stronger than hate. It breaks the bonds that obsession creates." I felt something warm spreading through my chest, a sensation I'd never experienced before. It was as if all the love Thomas and I had shared across multiple lifetimes was finally breaking free, no longer trapped by the

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

Its presence pressed against their skin like a force of gravity. Aria’s pulse hammered. “Erevan…” she whispered. “What is that?” His voice was barely a breath. “A Sovereign.” Her heart stopped. “Sovereigns,” he murmured, “are the first-born manifestations of the realms. Older than kings. Older than war. Older than prophecy.” The figure’s head tilted. And the void around them held its breath.

-------------------- Sixteenth page of DEOS—commandments I, the creator of all things, who sparked life with a single sway of my arm, I command thee to only worship your king, Ali-Fiy Arde, the master of all the living, I endow the holy crown only for his bloodline. At the center of earth will be the resting place of your rule, the place where his throne will be found, and the people of this kingdom shall keep it sacred and clean. The lengthy ranges of rocks surrounding the earth is sacred, one should never cross it.