The Dark Realm's yellow sun hung high at its zenith, bathing the crimson skies in an eerie radiance. Its golden light illuminated the red atmosphere, revealing a world both beautiful and terrifying. Outside the capital city, two figures walked side by side toward the Royal Arena."Richard." Gara turned her gaze toward her son. Throughout their journey, his head had remained lowered, his expression clouded by thoughts he refused to share."I'm alright, Mother," Richard replied with a smile that never reached his eyes. Gara immediately saw through it. The towering orc woman wrapped a powerful arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer."You can't lie to me, boy," she said softly. "I gave birth to you. I watched you grow from a crying infant into the young man standing before me." Her eyes shifted toward the massive structure looming ahead. They were only twenty steps away now. "I see something unusual in your eyes lately. And whatever it is, it doesn't bring me comfort."Richard rel

‎Cool, warm air drifted slowly across my skin, soothing and strangely comforting. My eyes opened at a snail's pace, heavy as though they had remained shut for centuries. The first thing I noticed was that I was lying on a king-sized bed unlike any I had ever seen before.‎‎As my vision gradually cleared, I examined my surroundings. The walls on every side were crafted from polished crimson-red stone, their surfaces gleaming faintly beneath the room's eerie glow. The floor, meanwhile, appeared to be carved entirely from obsidian, its black surface smooth enough to reflect the dim light dancing across it.‎‎I let out a long sigh and pushed myself upright. My back rested against an intricately carved wooden headboard decorated with strange runes and monstrous figures.‎‎Darkness seeped into the chamber through four massive reinforced steel windows embedded into the walls. Beyond them, I could see nothing but an endless sea of blackness and two red moons.‎‎Where have I been sent to?

"Strip, Chloe." My voice was firm, cold, and left no room for refusal."W-what?" Her eyes flew open wide in shock and disbelief. "P-p—""I hate to repeat myself, Chloe." I cut her off sharply before she could finish the stammered protest. "Take off your clothes. Now.""O-okay..." Her voice was barely a whisper. Her hands trembled violently as she struggled to maintain eye contact with me.The tie came off first, slipping from around her slender green neck. Then the gown slid down her body, pooling at her feet, followed hesitantly by her undergarments. Piece by piece, her modesty fell away until she stood completely bare before me.Her body was truly magnificent. Her greenish skin was impossibly smooth, flawless, without a single scratch or scar to mar its perfection. Her pinkish nipples stood proudly atop full, rounded breasts, and her stomach displayed beautifully defined abdominal muscles that spoke of both strength and feminine grace. She was the very image of an orc beauty—powerfu

The palace was enormous, dwarfing even some of the grandest kingdoms I had conquered in my previous life. Its sheer scale spoke of unyielding power and ancient majesty, with massive white pillars stretching upward like the spines of mythical beasts toward vaulted ceilings that seemed to touch the heavens themselves.Cream-colored paint adorned the walls on both sides, giving the interior a luminous, almost ethereal glow. As I marched forward with purposeful strides, my eyes caught the sprawling royal family portrait displayed prominently along the right wall.It chronicled their lineage from the very first generation—the bold founders who had established dominance and begun their rule over the Dark Realm back when the world was still whole and undivided—to the present sovereigns, whose reign had been tested by the cataclysmic great war that eventually fractured the world into four separate realms. Each brushstroke in the portrait radiated authority and legacy, a visual testament to

‎I glanced over my shoulder and found Bron watching me. His massive frame remained seated upon a fur-covered stone chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Every noble and every individual who possessed status or power sat behind the royal siblings, arranged according to rank and influence.‎‎"Even a fly can tell that you've changed," Bron observed calmly. His short, curly red hair matched his greenish eyes, while his towering figure radiated natural authority. Two massive horns curled from his forehead, making him appear more beast than man. Beneath the bright lights of the royal hall, his brown skin blended almost seamlessly with the surrounding shadows.‎‎"We will pardon your disgraceful attitude today, brother," Bron continued. "So please try not to repeat this foolishness a second time." His gaze lingered on the half-breed for a moment, filled with contempt.‎‎"What?!" Lily snapped immediately. "No, we are not forgiving anything, Bron!" Her fists clenched tightly at her side