By the way I’ll resume publishing next week Tuesday.

I can guess you all are asking if this book have been abandoned. Well, I can proudly say it hasn’t been abandoned. You all remember I said that I was working on a project? Yeah, well the project took longer than I expected for me. And the reason the project is so important it’s because of the financial benefits that would be very helpful for me and my family. I can’t miss out on it. I’ll be begin writing again in the middle of January and I’m also informing you all I will be ending the Almighty Landon next year. But one thing I’m going to promise you all is that I will give you all a memorable ending for the book. I hope you all can look forward to how Landon would vanquish all his foes and live a peaceful life. I’m sorry for the inconvenience I’ve caused. Again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in Advance.

The words Eve had just spoken were so completely unexpected that they struck Landon and Quincy like a bolt of lightning—sharp, jarring, and impossible to ignore. The revelation gave them an intense sense of mental whiplash that refused to fade away, clinging tightly to their minds and emotions, leaving behind a gnawing hunger for answers—answers they had never thought to seek until now.“What do you mean the White Sovereign is our mother?” Quincy asked, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. A storm of mixed emotions was vividly painted across his face—confusion, anger, disbelief, and a hint of hope, all battling for dominance.“Yes, Eve,” Landon added, his voice quieter but far more intense. “What exactly are you talking about? After all the countless conversations we’ve had, all the hours we’ve spent discussing my family and my origins, why is this the very first time I’m hearing about my mother being alive? And not just alive—but someone as critical and legendary as the White So

..This was the very first time Landon had ever heard of a workaround existing for a Sovereign’s flaw—something that went against everything he thought he knew about the nature of their power.The idea that someone could live despite violating the laws set by their own flaw sounded impossible. And yet, here he was—alive and well. If the White Sovereign truly was his mother, then that meant the workaround must have actually worked.Which now meant only one thing: he needed to understand how it was done. Maybe—just maybe—there was a way for him to replicate it for himself.“I know exactly what you're thinking, young master,” Eve said suddenly.Landon jerked slightly in surprise, her words pulling him out of his thoughts.He blinked. Was he that obvious? Had his internal fascination shown so clearly on his face?He turned slightly toward Quincy, who offered a small nod. It was silent confirmation—yes, Landon’s thoughts had been written all over him, especially the way his eyes lit up at

..Landon frowned deeply, the weight of Quincy’s earlier statement still hanging in the air like an invisible stormcloud.“And why would I want to do that?” he asked slowly, his voice sharp with disbelief. “Why would I ever want to kill my mother?”“But that’s just it,” Quincy retorted, leaning forward and adjusting how he sat as though preparing to drop a bombshell. “She isn’t your mother. Not really.”Landon blinked, thrown by the abruptness of Quincy’s response.“Yes, I understand your mother was a copy of her—pulled from some specific moment in time, a version of the White Sovereign without her flaw,” Quincy continued, waving his hand vaguely in the air as if to make sense of the paradox himself. “Which, now that I’m saying it out loud, sounds ridiculously complicated... But the point remains. She wasn’t the original. She wasn’t ‘her’. She was a splintered version created by time manipulation. That woman—the one who gave birth to you—was never the true White Sovereign.”Landon gr