The golden sky split apart as the Ancient King thrust his palm forward, releasing a devastating wave of Primordial Sovereign Force. It wasn’t just energy—it was authority, the kind of power that ruled entire eras.BOOOOOM!!!A shockwave ripped across the valley.Ethan reacted instantly. The Heaven-Piercing Domain expanded around him, meeting the attack head-on. Space warped violently. Rocks vaporized. Mountains tilted.But the difference in age—in mastery—in sheer existence—was overwhelming.Ethan was sent skidding backward, gouging a deep trench through the earth.Kael rushed forward. “Ethan!”“Stay back!” Ethan shouted, wiping blood from his lip. “This isn’t pressure from this era. You can’t take it.”The king descended slowly, steps echoing like thunder.“You possess my flame… yet you are not of my lineage.”“You carry my authority… yet you are born of the modern heavens.”“You are a paradox. A threat.”Ethan clenched his fists.“I don’t even know who you are!”The king’s golden

The world held its breath.The Eternal Sun King—Oros Valen, Destroyer of Eras—took one step back.Only one.But that single step sent shockwaves across the battlefield and made the air tighten like the world itself had gasped.Kael whispered, voice trembling,“He… retreated. The king actually retreated…”Aria shook her head slowly.“No… kings like him don’t retreat. They recalculate.This means Ethan has become a true threat.”Lyra’s eyes didn’t blink.“Be careful, Ethan… a cornered sovereign is the most dangerous monster alive.”---THE KING BREAKS HIS SILENCEOros Valen raised his gaze.He looked at Ethan—not as a host, not as prey, not as an insect…But as a rival.“So.”His voice echoed like thunder crawling through stone.“You fused with the Remnant Prince.”Ethan hovered in the air, golden-black flames spreading behind him like wings made from a collapsing star.“Not fused,” Ethan corrected.“We stand together.”The king’s jaw tightened—barely, but enough for the world to notice

The night sky above the Oblivion Rift churned like boiling ink, streaked with veins of crimson lightning. Ethan stood at the cliff’s edge, his cloak fluttering in the violent wind as the ground trembled beneath him. The air smelled of ozone, ancient dust, and something else—something alive.Behind him, Hana, Rick, Zuri, and Frost gathered, each wearing the same tense expression.A storm was forming… but not a natural one.Rick stepped forward, his expression unusually serious.“Ethan… that thing is waking up. I can feel it crawling through the ley-lines. Whatever this Rift is hiding—it’s not meant for the living.”Ethan didn’t reply immediately. His senses were buzzing, the Oblivion Core thrumming inside him like a heartbeat.He could feel it too.Hana gripped her staff tighter.“Should we seal it now? Before it fully awakens?”Zuri shook her head sharply.“No. If we seal it without knowing what’s behind the Rift, we could trap something stronger… or trigger a full eruption.”“Great,”

BOOK 2 — CHAPTER 201“One Year Later”The moon hung low over Blackridge City, its silver glow cutting through the drifting fog like a blade. The city had changed in one year…But not as much as Rick Dalton.He walked alone on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise, long coat fluttering in the cold wind. His aura, once unstable and unpredictable, now pulsed with calm control—like a quiet storm waiting to be unleashed.One year ago, he was a confused newcomer trying to survive the supernatural underworld.Now…Rick was a name whispered with caution.A name feared.A name respected.He didn’t ask for it—power simply had a way of dragging a man into the center of chaos whether he wanted it or not.---THE CITY IS NO LONGER QUIETFrom up here, Rick could see the changes.New factions had appeared.Old enemies had resurfaced.Creatures that once hid in the shadows now roamed boldly.The peace he fought for was only temporary.Even now, he could feel it—A faint vibration in the air.A distur

The Veil corridor flickered again, harsher this time—like lightning trapped in a mirror. Rick felt the pulse inside him throb in response, syncing with the cracks around them.Liora stepped back.Grayson summoned shadows around his fists.But Rick… Rick just stood there, breathing hard, jaw tight.Because the pulse wasn’t just a feeling anymore.It was a heartbeat.And it wasn’t his.---THE MESSAGE FROM THE DEEPER VEILThe shimmering corridor suddenly warped, compressing inward. A cluster of fae sigils flared as Liora raised a glowing barrier to stabilize it.“We don’t have long,” she whispered. “The Veil is destabilizing faster than we thought.”Rick stepped closer.“Tell me exactly what’s inside me.”Liora hesitated.So did Grayson.That was enough to make Rick’s pulse spike with anger.“Don’t hide things from me anymore,” Rick snapped. “Not after everything.”Grayson sighed.“Fine. But you’re not going to like it.”---THE TRUTH, PIECED TOGETHERLiora slowly turned toward Rick.He