The Wedding No One Could AttendThe ceremony in Cellok was quiet,not the Liroid way, not the grand style Snake deserved.Only High Priestess Xylem, cloaked in silver vine embroidery, stood beneath the moonlit arch of Cellok’s inner garden.Snake and Trina held hands before her.Xylem’s voice was soft, gentle, nothing like the cold echoes of Cellok:“Two hearts that defy gods and blood may bind themselves here.If love survives the storms, the storms shall bow.”Trina trembled.Snake squeezed her fingers.And so Snake Liroid, son of doom and blade of a goddess, wed a Tan-born woman under the watch of Cellok’s forbidden moon.No family.No Liroids.No blessing from Doom.Only love, stubborn and fragile.Meanwhile in Doomsany…Doom stood in her hall, pacing like a trapped beast, fury curling around her like smoke.“He will regret defying me,” she hissed.She snapped her fingers.Three elite assassins, Silentfall, Dreadspike, and Widow, knelt before her.“Bring me the Mogro. Dead.”Befor

The Mogro capital stank of incense, wine, and desperation.High red towers spiraled toward a smoky sky, banners of the Crane God snapping in the wind. The palace shimmered with gold, its gates flanked by warriors whose armor gleamed like polished bone.Snake hated this city.Dragon hated it more.Sky…Sky looked amused, as if every corner whispered a joke only he could hear.They slipped through the alleyways until a veiled servant approached, her eyes sharp, her steps measured. She bowed low.“My prince.”Snake nodded.“Fan Liroid.”Fan lifted her veil slightly, revealing the faint shine of a Liroid tar mark hidden beneath elaborate Mogro jewelry.She looked exhausted. Anyone would be serving in Tan’s gilded cage.The Truth UnveiledThey ducked into a shadowed courtyard where no Mogro guard could hear.Dragon folded his arms.“You said Tan created something.”Fan nodded, swallowing.“A monstrosity.”Sky’s brow arched.“Hard to kill a Liroid, even for a god.”Fan grimaced.“That is wh

The land of Mogro shook.Not from earthquakes.Not from storms.But from Liroids at full power.The abominations screamed, not like creatures of flesh, but like broken instruments forged from shadow and bone. The ground split under their claws as Armaggedon tore the first one down, bone swords ripping through its skull.Red followed, blood exploding from his skin like volcanic shards as he vaulted into the air, his hair shifting into serrated blades. His laughter was wild, feral, older than war itself.Forbidden fell from the sky like a comet of violet flame, slicing through three creatures in one breath.Pattern and Flavor formed protective perimeters, weaving divine barriers.But even amidst all this chaos…Snake eclipsed them all.He rode the massive serpent, its scales shimmering like obsidian soaked in moonlight, while black blades dripped venom that ate through the ground like acid. His snakes poured from his arms, his spine, his shoulders, hissing in one voice.A single Liroid

Snake returned to Kindraloy with Dragon at his side.Pattern’s gifts followed behind them in a long procession,gold, rare fruits, divine healing spices, woven silks, a chariot carved from sun-stone, and even a small army of servants who bowed upon seeing Trina and Rage.Rage threw an immediate fit.The moment she saw Dragon step into the courtyard, her voice shook the walls.“YOU WENT INTO MOGRO LANDS, AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?”Dragon winced, rubbing his ear.“Rage…love…calm down…”“CALM DOWN? I COULD HAVE LOST YOU! YOU AND SNAKE BOTH!”Dragon glanced at Trina for help.Snake only stifled a laugh.Trina rushed to Snake, eyes full of worry.Her hands trembled as she touched his face, his shoulders, checking for wounds he no longer had.“Snake… are you truly alright?”“I’m fine,” he said softly, capturing her hands.“Pattern’s healers insisted on pampering me long after I healed.”Dragon grumbled.“He was treated like a prince. Meanwhile, I had to listen to his sister’s daughters recite

The Hidden Conclave of the ThreeFar above mortal lands, beyond the Veil of Winds, a chamber carved from starlight and memory shimmered into existence. Only three gods ever entered it:Dendra, god of Beauty and Mischief, the third oldest of the Big Four.Cirax, goddess of galaxies and Order, keeper of lightning and truth.Kiria, god of Solitude, seer of futures no one else dared to look into.They appeared one after the other, their forms swirling with power.Kiria spoke first, his voice quiet as an echo at the bottom of eternity.“Tan has awakened something he should not have touched.”Cirax’s eyes flickered with thunder.“He tore a hole in the seals. I felt it, like a memory trying to claw back into existence.”Dendra leaned against a pillar that materialized simply because he wished it.“Tan always finds ways to call death upon himself. I’m only surprised he hasn’t succeeded yet.”Cirax’s jaw tightened.“This is no joke, Dendra. What he woke is older than us. Older than Evilside. O