The Liroid Academy had barely settled back into its disciplined rhythm when everything changed.Dark and Scream had returned from their mission to Kiv with no new reports, no unusual disturbances, only a quiet, suspicious calm.But three weeks later, Scream burst into Dark’s chamber at dawn, veil trembling with outrage.“You WHAT?”Dark didn’t flinch.“Married him.”“MARRIED…?! DARK!” Scream nearly shrieked, clutching her head.“Doom will burn the academy to ash!”“It’s done,” Dark said simply.“And we’re expecting.”Scream sat down on the bed as if struck.Cir, who had been standing near the doorway, exhaled slowly, the kind of sigh that came from someone who had survived wars older than the Liroid line itself.He placed a steadying hand on Scream’s shoulder.“Dark never follows the rules,” he said calmly.“Even the goddess knows this.”Dark smirked.“See? Even Cir understands.”Scream slapped her arm lightly.“Understanding is not the point! You are DOOM’s daughter. This could start

Doom’s Final AttemptThe day the law caught up with Beroot, King of Kiv, Doom acted first.She sent three assassins, all elites, all trained under Rage and Dark’s own hand in the academy. Their blades had tasted the blood of kings, rebels, and gods.They entered Kiv under moonless shadow.Dark sensed them instantly.She rose from her throne, heavy with childbirth, her power simmering like a storm. Without lifting a finger, she summoned a violet-black portal, opened it beneath their feet, and swallowed the assassins whole.They fell screaming through space and reappeared in the center of the Assassins’ Guild Hall, landing face-down as if flung by Evilside herself.Rage stood over them, unimpressed.“Dark warned you,” she muttered.“You should have stayed home.”Dark Summons the GoddessDark returned to her chamber, newborn Death Sentence sleeping in her arms.She placed the child down gently.Outside, Beroot slept peacefully, unaware he had just escaped death.Dark whispered:“Evilside

Evilside’s OfferDoom knelt in the temple only once in her life,and it was not for love, nor for forgiveness.It was for a purpose.The torches dimmed as Evilside’s shadow unfurled, tall and ancient, crowned in lilies that glowed like white fire. Doom kept her gaze down, jaw clenched, heart armored.Evilside stepped closer.“You have come to demand something.”Doom swallowed hard.“I have lost my throne.My daughters scattered.My son no longer bows.Give me a place worthy of my sword.”Evilside’s smile was small, sharp, wicked.“A queen dethroned becomes a danger.”“Then use me,” Doom whispered.The goddess paused.Then…The lilies brightened.Dark energy curled around Doom’s arms, lifting her to her feet without touching her.“I offer you a seat,” Evilside said.“Not on a throne.Not as royalty.But as an Elder.”Doom froze.An Elder.Higher than queens.Higher than monarchs.A rank given only to the architects of eras.Heartless, Darkside, Irinrod, Death, Moon, Blood, only a few h

The Liroid Academy gates opened beneath the violet dawn, and Cellok buzzed with unusual anticipation. Three young heirs, each carrying a legacy heavy enough to shatter worlds, arrived at once.Game LiroidDaughter of Scream and Cir.Mark of the Veil.A child who awakened only in battle.Lake LiroidSon of Glass and Pattern.Divine blood.Born with the confidence of a prince and the ambition of a conqueror.Death Sentence LiroidDaughter of Dark and Beroot.Quiet. Unreadable.Her power tasted of endings.The Academy Masters whispered.A Veil-child.A divine-blooded heir.A queen’s daughter.All in one class.Even more troubling,Sky was already in Cellok.He lounged on a high pillar above the gates, eyes glowing like stormlight, watching the students enter just to annoy Snake.When Lake stepped through, head held high, Sky’s expression soured instantly.“Oh no.”“Another miniature prince.”Snake, walking beside him, sighed.“Be civil.”Sky smirked.“Why? He looks like a child who’ll gr

Snow whirled across the mountain road, the world silver and quiet as Snake and Dragon made their way toward Cellok. Dragon kept muttering under his breath about Sky, Passion, and the “storm-born menace,” but Snake barely listened.Because fate, cruel, familiar fate, interrupted their path.A woman stood at a merchant stall, purchasing travel supplies. A cloak of soft desert-brown, hair tied loosely, eyes sharp and bright as they had been ten years ago.Trina.The Tan woman who had still held his heart.Dragon froze mid-step.Snake did not.He walked toward her, calm as winter stone.Trina turned, and her breath caught.Her eyes widened with recognition, shock, and something she quickly hid.“Snake…”Her voice trembled.Dragon whispered:“Oh no. No. NO. This is bad.”Snake ignored him.“Are you traveling?” Snake asked softly.“To Kindraloy,” she replied.“And then perhaps to Tan, if… if the borders open.”Dragon elbowed Snake sharply.“Avoid it. Walk away before you do something STUPID