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[Moon Goddess, why are things from that world appearing here? I spotted my identity documents from the other realm spread across the coffee table. Birth certificate, pack registration, mating ceremony records... They had materialized one by one, reality bleeding between worlds. [My strength has not yet fully recovered, so I can only move the remaining objects from that world for now.] I felt a bit helpless and had to throw all the items that appeared into the trash can. Meanwhile, back in the pack lands, Ash had his hands wrapped around Scarlett's throat. "What did you do? Where have you hidden her?"

To the top, the outerworlds are placed, the outer worlds are as follows "Eregdrix, Raphael's realm, Marvava's realm, Gefion's realm and Arakah's realm. This perhaps bring us to the end of Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse rundown. Before concluding, I'd like to say a bit about myself, the author of Born By Power. BBP |•| ABOUT THE AUTHOR Name : Chimeremeze David Ekeledo Age : 14 years. Started writing : At 10 Started BBP|•|CAA : September 2019, Age 13. Ended BBP|•|CAA : September 2020 Favourite Genre : Fantasy/Dark Fantasy

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

"I don’t even know where to start, Lord Ugarh. From the beginning? Or the nightmare that nearly ended us?" "Start wherever your memory burns brightest," I said. "You were sent for answers. Now give them." Jet nodded slowly. "We found another world. Hidden. It’s not just creatures in the forest, my Lord. There are beasts stronger than anything we've seen—stronger than vampires. They draw strength from both daylight and nightfall. Their energy is limitless. Their healing... instantaneous." I frowned. "You were captured?" "Yes. They held us. Tortured us. Planned to end us. But we survived."

Over time, their hair, skin and the iris of their eyes lose color. With pigmentation that even turns them into blond, pale beings with colourless eyes, in which they smell like baby powder. Once initiated, this becomes a society formed and cantered by Omega, they keep a ceramic jar where his heart was placed after being removed. The Sunset and its counterpart the Absent World, which is a timeless realm where the dead reunite with their loved ones for all eternity. The Omegas, who are a malevolent mystical figure, intend to extinguish vampires because of a grudge against the Scribe Virgin. They exist in a timeless realm.

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

The underworld was open. The earth was bleeding. And the Devourer was awake. I leaned forward, eyes glowing as the rifts continued to spread. “Run,” I whispered to the world. “Hide. Pray.” None of it would matter. Because the war was no longer coming. It had already begun. ---

“Child, the world is not simply good or bad. It is balance. For every dark, there is light. For every angel, a demon. For every death, a birth. But you…” Her gaze locked onto mine. “…you and Malik have become something in between. Something the world has no place for.” My breath faltered. “Mama… we just love each other.” “And that love,” she whispered, “is powerful enough to break the scales.” The sand shifted again— forming images. A future. I saw myself on a cracked city street, smoke coiling from my hands, eyes glowing black. Buildings burned. Skies turned red. Creatures bowed before me.

"We gave you the canvas. We gave you the ink. If you can't figure out the plot by now, you deserve to be canceled." The girl flinched. Marcus lowered his head. "She's right," Marcus whispered. "The era of the Firstborn is over. The era of the Blackwood begins." "No." I gripped Elodie's hand tighter. "The era of the human ends. That’s all. Just be kind to the wolves, Marcus. And don't let anyone buy a suit." "A suit?" Marcus frowned. "Never mind." I looked back at Elodie. The light was fading from the sky. The bruising purple was turning to a deep, absolute black. The stars in this world weren't distant suns; they were the eyes of the ones we’d lost, watching from the moon.