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I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

Andrius knew that he could not escape and summoned his Linebreaker Overlord. As the spear moved, heavenly fire ignited. The immortal essence in his body had burned to its limit. “Overlord’s Return!” With each sweep and thrust of his spear, countless lights exploded. The Linebreaker Overlord glowed with immense power, clashing with the eight Sentinels’ attacks and causing explosions to ring out. In just a few seconds, the area was filled with various explosions. Each wave was stronger than the last—the result of their continuous exchange of attacks and immortal essence collisions.

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

Riley said that blatantly. Hearing this clear and curious explanation, Brockley could only nod several times. On another occasion, Brockley, who had turned twelve years old, then asked for something. “Tell me about the old wars!” Like a history teacher, Riley opened one of the old books that recounted the wars of the BC era. He told about the brave commander who led the war troops. Brockley stood up with a fist clenched. “I will be a warlord too!” he cried in a very loud voice.

Lyra repeated softly and her voice was full of wonder because she had never heard the elders speak of a bond that glowed with light that was not red or silver. “Yes,” the elder said and his voice was steady because he had seen the bond that we had sealed and he had seen the light that it cast and he knew that the old laws had no name for what we had become. “Not silver like Omega alone and not red like Alpha dominance because it is golden and it is the light of wolves who have found the balance that the wolves who carved their strength into the stone were dreaming of when they wrote the words that are carved into the walls of the cave.”

Agatha, the partial Overlord, had the most say about this. Many of Leila’s old partial Overlords had already stepped into partial Overlord Realm tens, hundreds, or even hundreds of epochs ago. However, they were still partial Overlords after such a long time. Since the Great Ancient War in Leila, there have been four Overlords in total. They were Drogo, Valentin, Elora, and Lufian. Sylvio had already become an Overlord before the Great War. He was also the only Overlord who survived the Great Ancient War.

“I am proud of myself, Kaida. It was no small feat.” “Well, enjoy your victory while it lasts. You won’t be celebrating for long. You might be immortal, but I believe you can still die.” “Tsk, tsk, little wolf. You cannot kill me. I thought I made that point clear.” “Maybe I can’t, but you said something interesting the last time we met—you’d be gone when the god of light has no more use for you.” “I see you were taking notes.” "Yes, I was. The Empresses all believe that destroying the Demon Overlord is their 'calling.' But what happens after that? Will the god of light finally cast you aside as well?"

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.