The cavern trembled violently as the glow of the crystal intensified, its pulses resonating with a sinister rhythm that made Mason's heart pound. Ronan froze mid-motion, his hands hovering over the ancient runes."This isn’t me," he said through gritted teeth. "Something’s activating it. Something else is here."Kael drew an arrow, her eyes scanning the cavern’s shadowed edges. “We’re not alone.”Before anyone could react further, a deep, guttural voice echoed through the chamber, its tone laced with malice. "You’ve come far, Mason, but you’ve stepped into a game beyond your control."Out of the shadows emerged a figure draped in flowing robes, their movements graceful yet menacing. It was Cassandra, the enigmatic strategist who had once worked alongside Mister Depay. Her piercing green eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, betraying the Mythic power coursing through her.“Cassandra,” Mason said coldly, stepping forward. “I should’ve known Depay would send you.”She smirked, tilting h

A deep, ominous hum vibrated through the air as the remnants of Alaric's power began to condense into something unnatural. The crimson energy that had once fueled his gauntlet wasn't dissipating as expected. Instead, it coalesced, pulsating like a living heart. The ruins shook beneath Mason and Elysia's feet, the air thickening with the scent of burning metal.Mason instinctively retreated a step, his hand on the hilt of his blade tightening. "That doesn't look like any aftershock," he growled, hastening his heartbeat.Elysia's eyes, shining in gold, sparked with concern. "It is not," she said, her staff aglow with defensive energy. "That power isn't dissipating-it's regrouping.The energy twisted and coiled upon itself, taking on a vague humanoid shape. At first, it resembled nothing more than a mirage of crimson light, but as the seconds passed, it solidified into something far more terrifying—a spectral version of Alaric, his form outlined in a deep, glowing red, his eyes burning

Mason stood at the edge of the crumbling cliff, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the dark storm clouds gathered. The sense of urgency hung over him like an oppressive fog. Frost’s cryptic words still lingered in his mind, a puzzle yet to be solved. “The past and future are intertwined, Mason. What you seek isn’t just power—it’s the balance of the entire world.” He hadn’t fully understood it at the time, but now, it seemed more pressing than ever.He turned his attention back to the path ahead, one that led deeper into the wilderness. Somewhere within the dense forest lay the lost temple, the place where the final Mythic Item resided. He had to reach it before his enemies did. Mister Depay’s forces were closing in, and he couldn’t afford to be late.The journey would be treacherous. The paths were fraught with danger, and even worse, the landscape had been distorted by the ancient magic of the Mythic Items. Every step could lead to a trap. But Mason wasn’t just any man anymo

Mister Depay sat in his high-rise office, the Paris skyline sprawling before him in the golden light of sunset. The world below was alive with movement—businesses closing, nightlife awakening—but Depay’s mind was fixated on only one thing: Mason.The young upstart had risen too quickly, dismantling half of the Emperors and claiming Mythic Items that should never have been his. That kind of power shift was supposed to be impossible. Depay had spent years manipulating governments, controlling underground networks, and eliminating threats before they could rise. And yet, Mason had shattered every barrier, proving himself more than just a nuisance.A sharp knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Elias, his most trusted strategist, entered without waiting for permission. The man’s usual sharp suit was slightly ruffled—an unusual sign of urgency.“We have a problem,” Elias said, placing a sleek tablet on Depay’s desk.Depay picked it up, his sharp eyes scanning the encrypted report. It

Mason moved through the neon-lit streets, his mind calculating every possible scenario. He had launched his first offensive, forcing the Emperors to react. But he knew they wouldn’t remain on the defensive for long.Depay, Kazimir, Soren, and Isabella were each formidable in their own right. Their influence, resources, and strategies made them some of the most powerful figures in the world. If Mason wanted to dismantle their control, he would need to anticipate their moves and counter them before they could strike.The first challenge was Isabella Moreau.Isabella was known for her ability to turn any situation to her advantage. Her networks ran deep, and her ability to manipulate alliances made her unpredictable. If Mason could weaken her hold, it would create a ripple effect across the Emperors' power structure.Following a lead, Mason tracked Isabella’s operations to an abandoned high-rise. The structure stood as a relic of old power, its glass windows reflecting the city lights. H