Fire-Demon General Ignis looked at the pile of grey ash on the floor, his face twisting. The massive red giant stepped through the broken door frame, his heavy black iron boots making the floorboards smash down hard."Where is Prince Tyler? Who turned my business partner into dirt?" the giant barked loud. He looked at the empty gold dragon throne chair, then his four yellow eyes locked onto the small bone husk resting in the corner mud."The little blue-haired prince is completely gone!" a red demon soldier shouted from the back hallway, his long bone dagger shaking fast. "Someone turned our best royal helper into a small pile of grey sand dust tonight!""This is a very bad thing for our business deal!" another demon warrior yelled out high. "We came all the way from the hot mountain lands to get our thirty percent baby slave boxes from his hands!"He lifted his burning axe, making the white marble floor tiles turn into hot red lava. The giant tool crackled with a very nasty orange li

Evan turned back to his small group, his black obsidian cloak hiding his massive aura again. The big purple light lines and the heavy gravity circles inside his chest vest were completely shut away from the world inside a tight box. He stood tall in his simple black clothes, his face looking perfectly flat and stone-cold after breaking the giant fire giant.Linnea ran up to his side, her cheeks flushing with a touch of warm, blushing admiration. Her small feet moved fast across the broken white marble floor tiles, her green dress sleeve getting a little bit of grey dirt from the stone dust cloud. She looked up at his face with a very big and true joy, her tiny fingers holding her gold pole tightly."You look so big and strong when you break the red giants, Master Evan," she whispered softly. "You did not even lift your black broadsword [Despair] to chop their four horns off!" she shouted out with a bright grin. "They were talking so proud, but you turned their whole army into light sa

Prince Tyler laughed crazily in Evan's iron grip, blood leaking from his nose line. The hot red fluid dropped straight down onto Evan's clean white fingers, but the boy did not loosen his tight hold on the royal coat. You think you can stop the high lords of the crown city, you poor gutter dog, Tyler shrieked out, his teeth clicking fast. I am a prince, and my name is written inside the big gold book of kings! Your gold book cannot buy your breath from the void tonight, Tyler, Evan told him, his voice sounding like two giant mountains grinding together. You sold the small children of my town to feed your own belly candy. Yes, I sold the peasant babies to buy the tier-10 blood pills, the prince jeered. He spat another wave of red juice, his blue hair flying wild inside the dark room fog. They were just poor provincial trash with no noble bloodlines, so they belonged to the red giant masters anyway, he laughed crazily. They are good wood fuel for the big burning ovens of the fire land!

The booming threat from Evan’s dual-toned voice continued to reverberate across the High Imperial Metropolis, vibrating through the massive white marble foundations of the inner city and rattling the stained-glass windows of the distant Imperial Citadel. High above the sprawling city, dark storm clouds swirled in a violent, artificial vortex, sparked by the lingering dark matter of Evan’s absolute domain. Across the vast Academy Plaza, five thousand noble students, high instructors, and heavily armored imperial guards remained pinned to the stone floor, their foreheads pressed tightly against the fractured marble tiles as cold rain mist settled over the shattered remains of the ancient killing array.Beside the top step of the grand staircase, Seraphina casually adjusted her grip on the starlight wire, leaving Lady Vanessa weeping face-down in the wet gravel. Linnea lowered her golden spear, her bright blue eyes scanning the perimeter with razor-sharp focus while resting her hand comf

The smoking ruins of the inner palace gates groaned under the heavy drift of pulverized sky-iron and shattered rune-stone. Dust settled over the outer courtyard, revealing a path laid clear all the way to the foot of the Grand Imperial Citadel’s massive white-marble staircase.Seraphina moved first, her silver mantle catching the cold mountain wind as her winter-sky eyes scanned the wide marble plaza ahead. Without a word, she unsheathed her twin curved starlight daggers, the silver light along their edges humming with a sharp, low pitch. Linnea fell in two paces behind her, bringing her golden spear to a low guard, her bright blue eyes locked onto the lingering shadows near the high pillars of the lower gallery."No one steps within ten paces of Master Evan," Linnea said softly, her voice steady and absolute against the howling wind."None will get within twenty," Seraphina replied flatly.Down in the vast courtyard, eighty elite Imperial Shadow Guards—the Emperor's personal silent e