Inside the interdimensional space at the threshold of the Thanatos door, the laws of physics and biology no longer applied. The air there contained no oxygen, but rather particles of red dust.Arthur Vexley stood right in front of the open crack of the door. He raised the Holy Grail, which was now boiling with pitch-black liquid. Without hesitation, Arthur gulped down the contents of the chalice."For Eternity!" Arthur shouted.GULP. GULP.The reaction was instant and horrific.Arthur dropped the empty chalice. His body convulsed."ARGHHH!"Arthur's scream changed from a human voice to the sound of metal grinding that hurt the ears.The skin on Arthur's face began to blister. His flesh melted like heated wax, dripping onto the stone floor, revealing skull bone that now glowed red from within. His grey eyes burned out, replaced by two blue fireballs floating in the empty sockets.His white suit disintegrated, replaced by an aura of death energy forming a cloak of shadows.Arthur Vexley

Time seemed to freeze the moment David's fist touched the hole in Arthur's chest.There was no sound of an explosion at first. Only silence as two opposite poles met. The black Thanatos energy enveloping Arthur tried to consume David's hand, but the white Eros energy coating David refused to be devoured.Instead, the white light filled Arthur's emptiness."NO!" Arthur screamed. His voice was no longer a terrifying echo, but the scream of a terrified human. "Hot! Too full! Stop it!""You wanted everything, Arthur?" David whispered. "Eat this. This is their pain. This is their hope. This is Life."David pushed his fist deeper.BOOM!White light exploded from within Arthur's body. Cracks of light appeared on his melting skin, beaming out from his eyes, mouth, and chest.Arthur Vexley, the False God, could not contain the essence of life. His vessel cracked."I... I don't want to die..." Arthur whimpered, his skeletal hand trying to reach David's face."You died a long time ago, Brother,"

The white sand of Isla Sombra flew into the air as the stolen military helicopter carrying David and his team landed. This was Arthur's former backup base, a tropical paradise equipped with nuclear bunkers and satellite defense systems.However, there was no time to enjoy young coconuts or sunbathe.Inside the island's command center, Franky was pulling at his newly growing hair. He stared at the giant wall screen displaying a live broadcast from the UN Security Council in New York."Crazy! This is crazy, Dave!" Franky shouted, pointing at the screen. "Look at that! The American Ambassador just proposed Resolution 404. They're classifying us not as a mafia, but as a Global Terrorist Organization with Omega Threat Level."David sat relaxed in the command chair. On his lap, Elena sat massaging David's temples, while Isabella Rossi cleaned her rifle on the floor. Mei Lin stood near the window, watching the sea alertly. Victoria was brewing tea, trying to maintain sanity with aristocratic

The euphoria of the diplomatic victory at Nova Vexley vanished in the blink of an eye.Just as the celebratory fireworks at the harbor began to fade, Elena Moretti collapsed in the palace hallway. The crystal glass in her hand shattered, and fresh blood flowed from her nose.Now, inside the high-tech medical room in the palace's west wing, a gripping silence replaced the cheers.David Vexley stood beside the bed, his hand grasping Elena's ice-cold hand. His wife's face was deathly pale, her cheekbones protruding as if she had been starving for months, even though she had looked fresh and fit just this morning."What happened to her, Madame?" David's voice was low, trembling with a panic he rarely felt. "She was fine an hour ago. Why is her energy drained?"Madame Wu, who now served as Nova Vexley's Chief Medical Officer, pulled a silver needle from Elena's wrist. The old woman's face looked very serious, sweat beading on her forehead."This

Thousands of meters below the sea surface, in a dark trench of the Pacific Ocean unreachable by ordinary military sonar, a giant black disc-shaped structure hovered silently. This was not a submarine, but the headquarters of The Synarchy—the shadow council that had controlled world governments from behind the scenes for centuries.Inside a circular meeting room whose walls displayed the darkness of the deep sea, five figures sat around a holographic table. Their faces were unseen, obscured by digital distortion. They were known only by code names: The Banker, The General, The Politician, The Scientist, and The Bishop."The energy is confirmed," The Scientist's voice broke the silence. "The Etheric waves radiating from Nova Vexley island six hours ago have a signature identical to ancient Sumerian manuscripts. It is the resonance of a Nephilim.""The child lives," muttered The Bishop, his voice trembling. "The anomaly will be born. If he grows up, he won't