The battlefield was gone, What had once been earth was now a crater miles wide, still steaming, the air itself trembling as if reality wanted to collapse.Dynasties who had not been erased lay scattered in piles of ash and broken bone. Wolves limped at the edges of the ruin, their whimpers lost in the silence.At the center, Denilson knelt, his body charred and broken, yet impossibly still alive. His golden eye burned. His void eye smoldered. And between them, his forehead split open into a third eye, an eye that was both and neither, black-gold swirling in a storm without end.When it opened fully, the world tilted.Every survivor dropped to their knees instantly, not in reverence, but because their bones would not hold them upright. Dynasts coughed blood, wolves howled low, even the air vibrated as though it too obeyed, And Denilson smiled.“Now I remember everything.”Jenna stood trembling at the crater’s edge, her hands bloodstained from Roland, her body weak, glow extinguished. S

Jenna gasped. Her body dropped onto obsidian ground, slick with light that wasn’t light, shadow that wasn’t shadow. An endless void stretched above her, yet it shimmered like a sky full of golden cracks.“Where” she whispered, clutching her chest.Then she heard it, The sound of footsteps. Heavy, Endless, Echoing across eternity.Her head snapped up, and there he was.Denilson stood at the far end of the void, his crown fractured above him, his third eye blazing like a black sun. He looked both infinite and broken, a god wearing human skin.“Jenna,” he said softly. His voice echoed everywhere at once.“You followed.”Her knees trembled, but she forced herself to stand.“I didn’t follow,” she snapped, tears burning her face. “I refused to let you go.”Denilson tilted his head, his lips twitching with the ghost of a smile.“This is the Crown’s core,” he said. “The place where I end… or begin. You shouldn’t be here. Mortals cannot bear it.”Her glow flickered faintly, fragile wings of li

Denilson’s body shot forward, faster than lightning, Jenna barely had time to gasp before his hand clamped around her throat, slamming her onto the obsidian ground. Her wings of light sputtered against the pressure as cracks webbed beneath her skull.“Denilson!” she choked, clawing at his wrist. His grip tightened, merciless, veins glowing black-gold as though molten chains pulsed inside him. His third eye burned, blank and hollow, staring down at her with an alien cruelty.The Prime stepped closer, its smile carved into the void like a scar.“Yes,” it whispered. “Strangle her. End her. Let me watch you break what keeps you weak.”Denilson’s golden eye flickered faintly. For a heartbeat, just a heartbeat, his fingers trembled.Jenna seized the opening. Her hands pressed against his chest again, pouring light into him, into the cracks that bled shadow.“Come back!” she cried. “I know you’re in there!”His scream tore out, half his, half the Prime’s. His grip loosened an inch, then tigh

The chains swallowed him, Denilson’s outstretched hand slipped from Jenna’s fingers, dragged downward into the chasm of shadows that split the void. His scream faded into the depths until only silence remained.Jenna collapsed to her knees at the edge, her nails raking into the obsidian ground. “DENILSON!” Her voice shattered across the infinite dark, raw and wild. “Don’t you leave me!”The abyss roared back, a black hurricane rising from its depths. Chains surged upward like serpents, snapping at her wrists, her wings, her throat.The Prime’s broken voice echoed from below, jagged and merciless. “If you want him, come and die with him.”Jenna’s tears streamed freely. Her wings flickered, feathers burning to ash, but she spread them anyway. Her body shook, bones creaking under the abyss’s pull.She knew the abyss wasn’t just darkness. It was everything the Crown had cast away, hatred, despair, endless hunger. No mortal could enter it and return whole, But she didn’t hesitate, She thre

The chains fell silent, Denilson knelt in the blinding white void, Jenna’s limp body in his arms, her warmth fading by the second. The molten shackles that bound her glowed brighter, dragging her deeper into the abyss with each pulse.“No… no, no, no!” His voice cracked, broken with a terror he hadn’t felt since the night he lost her the first time. His arms wrapped tighter, refusing to let her go, even as the chains tore at his flesh.The Prime circled them slowly, its golden robes whispering across the glass floor. It wore his face, smiling with the cruel serenity of a god.“This is balance,” it said softly. “Her sin, her choice, her chains. You are free because she is not. Rejoice, Denilson Franfurt. The abyss has already chosen its queen.”Denilson’s golden eye flared, but the third eye in his forehead remained sealed, unresponsive. Rage boiled under his skin, clawing, begging to be unleashed.He shook Jenna harder, his blood mixing with hers. “Wake up! Jenna, don’t you dare leave