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Even the light seemed to flicker quieter, as though the fortress itself was listening to me take my place. Aron stepped forward then, reading from the shard-etched document in his hand. “Honored council,” he began, his voice deep, unwavering, “let it be known that Alpha Damien Hunter Dragaxlov brings a matter of grave personal and political importance before you today. The human woman named Evangeline whom he had brought back, is here and conscious within these walls. She bears a binding fate from the Moon Goddess.” A tremor passed over some faces. Others remained motionless as marble.

POV DARLENE The transition into the One-Hundred-and-Eleventh Layer of Entropy was not a passage, but a Declaration of War. As the golden wheat of the Final Audit’s redemption dissolved into a fine, metallic mist, the ziggurat of black-emerald light didn't just stand—it Deployed. We emerged into the Primal Front, a realm where the High Council of the West had historically stationed the "Correctional Legions"—the thousands of "Gilded" shifters and "Optimized" soldiers who had been stripped of their names and turned into a singular, unthinking instrument of systemic order.

Suddenly, a giant, golden tear in the fabric of space opened directly above the clouds. A massive, floating throne made of pure white light descended slowly from the rift. Seated upon the throne was a being three times the size of a mortal, clad in golden armor that blinded the eyes, holding a staff that hummed with the power of creation. The Emperor of the Heavens had arrived. He raised his staff, and a voice that sounded like thunder rolling across the universe filled our heads: "You possess raw divine fire, little mortals... but you cannot fight the creator of your stars. Hand over the Child of Prophecy, or I will collapse this entire planet into a black hole."

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

Eight big words suddenly came out, and a loud explosion rang out. Those countless black and gray forces were all shattered. At this moment, Tadhg Walter's aura rose to an infinite height, faintly, and had a majesty that surpassed the Emperor Grand. "Poof!" The evil Emperor Grand spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror, and he shouted loudly. "The Galaxy Wakes Up! You are Tadhg Walter! The Alliance leader of Killing Religion sentient beings from the outside world!" "Ha ha ha... That's right! I'm Tadhg Walter!"

Addressing the assembly with a voice that resonated authority, she acknowledged the unsettling truth revealed by the oracle. "The prophecy speaks of a love that defies our very essence—a union that threatens to unravel the centuries-old tapestry of our existence. We, the immortal children of the night, stand at the precipice of an unprecedented challenge. It is our duty to maintain order, to uphold the sanctity of our kind."

The old woman just smile but didn't answer to her question, instead she looked at the Emperor who has a sad expression glint on his eyes but immediately disappeared and replace it with an emotionless face. END OF CHAPTER 15 END OF CHAPTER 15

His golden armor melted into slag as his corpse swelled—choked with compressed starfire that had been bound inside him since the dawn of time. A high, keening whine rose from the sand, growing louder and sharper with every breath—pebbles and debris lifting into the air, floating in a gravity no longer his. The God‑Emperor had not died as mortals do. His divine core was collapsing. A Solar Extinction Supernova. An unstoppable chain reaction that in less than ten seconds would detonate with enough force to erase the Sacred Coast, the Imperial Army… and this entire continent from the face of the world.

Lily nodded again, but this time, a shy, sly smile spread across her face, a mirror of the one I'd seen on Anna earlier. My mind reeled. What the fuck is wrong with them? What kind of twisted game were they playing? Had I done something to unleash this? Were they really trying to turn me into their personal sex toy, someone they could just come to whenever they felt the need to cum? The thought was terrifying, and yet, a dark, traitorous part of me felt a thrill of pure, unadulterated lust.

He was the one with the power to command fire. “Sigh. Ogre is not going to like this. I must finish this myself.” Professor Huckleberry sighed in annoyance. Then he picked up the book he was reading to return to it. If Kylie had seen the cover page, she would have been stunned. For the book Professor Huckleberry was one that she was familiar with. At least, she was familiar with its first volume. It was the book that had told her the legends of the archangels and their war in heaven. For the cover page read… Origins and Curse of the New Moon: Volume II