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The sound of knocking reverberated through the quiet night.
“Who’s at the door?” Samuel murmured groggily.
The clock on the wall showed 1 a.m.—far too late for visitors.
“Open the door, or we’ll break it down!”
A commanding voice from outside made Samuel quicken his steps.
As he passed the window, his gaze caught the faint flicker of police sirens.
Shock coursed through him when he opened the door and found three police officers standing there.
“Mr. Hayes, you’re under arrest”
One of the officers, a man with a thick mustache, held out an arrest warrant.
Fraud, embezzlement, forgery, and tax evasion
It’s all about the company.
His mind raced back to his years of dedication to J&S Corp, which belonged to his fiancée’s family.
J&S Corp was nothing more than a company riddled with issues, leaving behind environmental destruction, loss of lives, and tangled government problems.
However, everything became clear when Samuel entered the company.
Samuel had put everything to rescue the company from near bankruptcy.
Three relentless years spent rebuilding the Brooks family's struggling business.
He used his own methods, not only solving the company's problems but also boosting the local economy by 200%.
The job environment, salaries, and all the extra benefits were highly praised.
Locals often said that if Samuel Hayes ran for president, they'd vote for him.
Given all this, the accusation was just ridiculous.
Samuel squinted at the officer’s name tag.
“Well, Officer Douglaz,” Samuel said, his voice calm but biting, “I’d gladly come with you if those accusations were even remotely true.”
“If you have any defense, you can make it at the station!” Officer Douglaz replied curtly.
Douglaz signaled his subordinates to escort Samuel, but Samuel frowned.
“Officers. You’ve got the wrong man.”
“Enough of this nonsense!”
A sharp, cold voice cut through the tension, coming from behind the officers.
A woman with blond hair stepped forward, her movements deliberate.
“Madeline?” Samuel whispered, disbelief clouding his face.
His fiancée, the sole heir to J&S Corp, stood before him with an icy smile. Her piercing eyes full of scorn.
“Do you want to protest?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery.
Their eyes met, and Samuel’s fists clenched tightly.
Everything was clear now.
He recalled the warnings of his colleagues about the Brooks family’s ruthlessness.
Yet, he had always turned a deaf ear, believing such treachery could never reach him.
For Samuel, none of this had ever felt real, as he had been raised by the third generation of the Brooks family—Madeline’s grandparents.
Samuel’s parents had worked for Madeline’s grandparents, but tragically, a fatal incident claimed the lives of Samuel’s parents and Madeline’s grandmother.
Ten-year-old Samuel was then taken in by Madeline’s grandfather and her parents.
Sadly, Madeline’s grandfather followed his true love in death exactly ten months after the incident.
Before his passing, he left a will instructing Madeline’s parents to care for Samuel.
Jonathan Brooks, Madeline’s father, initially had no desire to raise Samuel, but Samuel was considered a smart and obedient child.
Clearly, Jonathan took advantage of this.
Though Madeline had always been cold toward him, treating him as nothing more than a servant.
Everything changed four years ago when Samuel decided he wanted to leave the Brooks family home.
Jonathan Brooks then insisted that Samuel become engaged to Madeline.
He made Samuel take control of J&S Corp, which was on the verge of being seized by the government.
But now, betrayal stared him in the face, cloaked in Madeline’s smug grin.
A sharp chime interrupted the moment as Madeline’s phone lit up.
Samuel caught the name on the screen: Gideon.
With his sharp eyes, he quickly caught a few glaring words on the screen:
Baby... Bed... Can’t wait...
Those words clearly didn’t belong in a normal business conversation.
Recognition dawned.
He remembered the rumors of an arranged marriage between the Brooks and the powerful Hawthorne family.
He thought it was just rumors. Madeline wouldn't cheat on him.
But clearly, the rumors were true.
She really was involved with the son of the Gideon family during the time.
“Ah,” Samuel muttered with a bitter chuckle. “I see now.”
Madeline slid her phone into her pocket and pushed Samuel’s shoulder with disdain.
“What do you think you know, fool?” she sneered.
Samuel’s expression hardened.
“Everything about what’s happening now. But I do wonder, Madeline—do you honestly believe J&S Corp will thrive without me?”
Madeline laughed, her voice sharp and mocking. “You think you’re irreplaceable? How pathetic.”
Samuel’s voice turned cold. “You’re treating me like disposable trash, are you? Madeline? Kick me out after everything I’ve done?”
Madeline stepped closer, her face inches from his, her tone venomous.
“Don’t act like a victim, Samuel. You were useful for a time, but now you’re just dead weight. J&S Corp doesn’t need you anymore.”
“Then J&S Corp is doomed,” Samuel replied simply.
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The wind that swept through the valley was no longer laced with ash or whispers from the Veil. For the first time in what felt like centuries, sunlight poured cleanly over the fractured lands. No crackling distortions in the air, no looming shadows. Just warmth.Yet, despite the clarity of the skies, the earth still bore the scars of war.Samuel stood atop the jagged remnants of what used to be the Unity Tower, his cloak fluttering around his legs, gaze focused on the horizon where the new settlement was beginning to take shape. In the fields below, hundreds of veterans moved like ants—rebuilding tents, raising wooden frames, and dragging supply crates from broken vaults. Children, those rare few born during the years of chaos, played near the edges, their laughter unfamiliar, almost foreign. But it was real.Joey joined him, wiping sweat from his brow and carrying a rolled-up map. “They're calling it the Sanctuary now,” he said, gesturing to the settlement. “Guess the name stuck.”Sa
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Where once rifts tore the heavens asunder and poured chaos into the world, now gentle light spilled across the wreckage like a balm. The ground remained cracked in places, darkened by ash and battle, but small signs of life were beginning to return—sprigs of green pushing defiantly through the blackened soil.Joey stood at the edge of what was once their central outpost, now reduced to rubble and scorched foundation stones. Around him, survivors moved slowly—rebuilding tents, salvaging supplies, carrying the wounded. The air still buzzed with the remnants of supernatural energy, warping the edges of reality like heat haze, but the worst had passed.Samuel hadn’t spoken since the sealing. Not since Ilyra and Marie vanished into light.He sat alone beneath the scorched remains of the unity tree—what once had been the symbolic center of the community. His eyes were open, glowing faintly with that strange silver light, but his thoughts were clearly far, far away.“Still no change?” Joey a
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The battlefield was still trembling. The skies, though calmer than before, remained torn at the seams—revealing the scars of war between dimensions. Dust and arcane fire clouded the horizon, and energy from both Veil and Light shimmered in unstable equilibrium.Samuel stood at the eye of the storm, his body surrounded by a radiant spiral of opposing forces. He was no longer just a man—he was the fulcrum upon which the balance of the world now teetered.But the equilibrium was not enough.Despite the unity of the dimensions he had nearly achieved, the wound that Veil’s final assault had left across the world continued to spread—slowly but surely consuming existence from the inside.“The fracture is healing,” Joey said, his voice hoarse as he arrived beside Samuel, “but not fast enough.”Samuel nodded. “The energies are still too unstable. If we don’t anchor them soon... everything we saved will burn.”Suddenly, from within the ranks of exhausted veterans and survivors, a presence emerg
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The sky above cracked open like shattered obsidian glass, revealing a vortex of burning violet and ink-black tendrils. Veil’s voice thundered across the dimensions—ancient, cold, and inescapable."You rejected me, Samuel. You defied balance. Now the world will break with me."A dome of shadow erupted from the center of the battlefield, swallowing light itself. The remaining lines between realities bled into each other. Mountains trembled. Oceans boiled.The final gambit had begun.The battlefield was chaos. Veterans from all divisions stood together, shoulder to shoulder—some injured, some barely able to hold their stance, but none willing to retreat.Joey screamed orders, his eyes scanning the unraveling sky. “Hold the lines! Focus your energy on protecting the inner circle! We cannot let Veil reach Samuel!”Dozens of veteran warriors raised shimmering barriers of flame, light, wind, and steel. Powers clashed in luminous bursts, countering the tide of writhing shadows surging toward
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The battlefield was a canvas of chaos—ashen skies torn by lightning, the ground trembling with every pulse of Veil’s creatures. Shadowbeasts surged from ruptures in the earth, their snarls echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Joey stood at the front lines, covered in grime and sweat, slashing through one after another with barely a second to breathe. But it wasn’t enough.They were losing.And Samuel was still unconscious."Fall back to the ridge!" Joey shouted over the din, dragging a wounded veteran with one arm while fending off an attacker with the other. “We hold the line until—”A sudden tremor silenced everything.From the center of the field—where Samuel lay beneath layers of debris—a golden ripple spread outward, smooth and silent like sunlight breaking through a storm.Everyone froze.Then the debris exploded.Light surged upward like a geyser, searing white laced with streaks of celestial blue, blinding and radiant. The battlefield hushed as a figure rose from the core—Samu
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The storm inside Samuel had long stopped roaring. Now it whimpered.He sat in the heart of the shattered sanctuary, its ancient walls scorched with dark runes from the last Veil assault. Shattered pillars, broken statues, and the scent of burnt air were all that remained of a place once devoted to healing. His shoulders hunched as if gravity had finally claimed its due, and his hands trembled over his knees. The once-brilliant markings of light along his arms had dulled to a dim shimmer, like coals clinging to dying embers.A breeze passed through the broken ceiling above—carrying ash, not hope.“Is this all I’ve become?” Samuel murmured, his voice hoarse, his eyes hollow. “A bridge that cracked in half before it could be walked.”He couldn’t feel the fracture anymore. Not because it had healed—no. Because his connection to both the Light and the Veil was thinning, fraying like a worn tapestry at the edge. His body, pushed too far by the ritual and the battles, was failing. But worse,
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