THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS
In the center, the Gate throbbed like a living heart, silver and black energy twisting and curling, feeding off the sanctum itself.
Vincent stood before it, robes billowing, eyes glowing with the raw power of the Gate. He didn’t move to strike immediately—he didn’t need to. The very presence of the intruders threatened to unbalance the delicate equilibrium of his creation.
“You’ve come far,” he said, voice echoing, metallic and cold. “But this is where your journey ends. The Gate will consume you, and your deaths will be the final symphony of my reign.”
Lily stepped forward, daggers drawn, voice steady. “We end it here, Vincent. No more shadows. No more bloodlines corrupted. No more fear. Th