At Draven’s private courtyard….“Who are you?” Draven demanded, his pupils glinting with a faint blue sheen.Margaret stood before him, her head lowered as she could not meet his gaze.“I am Zuri Bennett, your late father’s wife,” Margaret said, her voice hitching slightly as the words left her lips.Kylen lowered his hand slightly, his expression freezing as his eyes widened in disbelief.“What the absolute fuck!” Christopher bellowed, his voice cracking with shock.Draven let out a sharp breath, shutting his eyes briefly as he moved his hand to his forehead, as though trying to steady the storm building within him.Margaret flinched, lifting her hand over her face instinctively.“How are you Zuri? Zuri died! I saw her corpse,” Draven said, his voice low but edged with rising fury as his eyes snapped toward Dominic.“If you are Zuri, then who is he?” he demanded sharply.A shiver ran down Margaret’s spine as her lips trembled.“He is your stepbrother, Owen.”Christopher threw his hea

Karen’s eyes widened briefly as her gaze remained fixed on the television screen. Her lips parted slightly in shock, as though she had momentarily forgotten how to breathe.Slowly, her expression changed.A slow grin spread across her lips, revealing a hint of her white teeth.A low, sinister laugh escaped her throat.“The player got played!!!”Her laughter deepened as she leaned back slightly, still watching the screen with growing amusement.“Margaret Cassius… no, Zuri Bennettt,” Karen scoffed, tilting her head slightly. “Oh, my bad, she was also Lady Choi.”Another laugh tore from her lips, sharper this time, echoing faintly in the room.“Margaret three in one.”“I always knew Margaret was more than met the eyes.”She leaned further into the couch, stretching her left hand over the headrest with casual ease. She let out a slow breath of satisfaction.“What a glorious way to begin my evening.” a brief second, she simply watched the screen in silence, absorbing the unfolding destruc

Christopher’s vision began to blur, his eyelids lowering slowly as the syringe needle glinted before him.He had a history of vasovagal reactions. Needles always made his vision swim, his body weaken, his strength slip away at the worst moments.Kylen’s expression only made it worse. His lips spread into a sinister grin as he pulled off the needle cap with deliberate ease.“Oh, Excellency…” Kylen called, his tone disturbingly calm. “What’s with the fading stare?” he scoffed, his gaze locked on Christopher.Christopher’s breath grew uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though the air around him had thinned.“You brat!!” he muttered under his breath, his vision now almost completely gone.Kylen let out a dry, mocking laugh.“You’re already dizzy just by the sight of your own medicine?” he sneered.“Stand!” Draven ordered.Christopher’s body obeyed instantly. He staggered to his feet despite the protest that tore from his throat.“No!!!”As he rose, his vision returned in frag

“You thought you had gotten rid of me, but…” Draven chuckled softly, tilting his head. “You only awakened the best version of me.”Christopher gulped hard, his throat tightening painfully.His horrified gaze darted from Draven to Margaret and Dominic’s corpses before snapping back to him again. His breathing turned uneven as the reality before him finally sank in.“Indeed, I must thank you. If not for your move to get rid of me, I would never have become what I am today.” Draven stretched his arms slightly to the sides, the blue glow in his pupils intensifying until they resembled flickering flames.The Vaelcryx and the Oxyrath immediately dropped to one knee, lowering their heads in reverence before him.“Now I work with the most powerful human…”“god, you mean,” the Vaelcryx interrupted.A collective gasp swept across the entire broadcast.Although night had already fallen, the number of viewers did not reduce. Instead, it skyrocketed. The transmission overrode every billboard acros

Draven’s eyes snapped open, sweat forming across his forehead. His body trembled from what he had just seen, the nightmare still pressing against his mind as though it had not ended.He jerked upright, eyes red, the dream replaying in sharper detail the moment he woke. His breath came heavy and uneven as he dragged a hand across his face, as if trying to wipe the images away.“What was that? The entire world?” he muttered under his breath.His fingers moved into his hair, gripping and releasing in restless frustration.“Abigail,” he breathed.He pushed the blanket off and swung his legs out of the bed in one motion. The grounding did nothing to calm him. In a breath, he vanished.He appeared beside Abigail’s bed instantly.His eyes fixed on her at once, concern and focus settling over his face. She was fast asleep, holding a large purple teddy close to her chest. A duvet covered her lower body neatly.Draven stepped closer, his attention narrowing as he checked her breathing. Her ches