2025-07-18 19:52:04A ripple of shock swept through the plaza.
“What the heil? She’s demanding an oath?”
“Does she even realize what that means for the Sables?”
If Calista didn’t ask for it, there would at least be some breathing room, other houses wouldn’t dare squeeze the Sables dry as long as House Crowne left a crack open.
But forcing Ronan to swear?
That sealed every exit.
The Sables would be doomed.
Was this beauty simply foolish, or did she actually harbor hatred toward her own family?
Some spectators let out mocking chuckles, already eager to see how the Sables would survive.
Meanwhile, Ronan couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.
How had he ever fallen for such a woman so foolish in his previous life?
Low talent, weak cultivation, and not even that bright.
Yet Calista seemed completely unaware of the whispers around her.
Her gaze never left Ronan.
“Swear it here, in front of everyone,” she demanded coolly.
“Say you’ll break this engagement, and let me be free. If you do that, I’ll finally believe you.”
Her arrogance stunned the crowd.
“Very well,” Ronan answered calmly.
He lifted his right hand, palm to the heavens.
“I, Ronan Crowne, vow before the heavens and the Will of Arken: I will never love Calista Sable. I will annul our engagement tomorrow. And I will bear no regret.”
“Should I break this oath, may my cultivation collapse and my soul be scattered.”
BOOM!
Golden light flooded across the plaza, billowing from Ronan’s body.
Mystical runes coiled through the air as an ancient aura wrapped him in brilliance.
Everyone understood, the Will of Arken had witnessed the vow.
The plaza fell deathly silent.
Now there was no doubt.
Ronan truly intended to sever all ties with Calista!
“Oh my gosh.. the Sables are finished!”
“Honestly... this is ridiculous. I can’t wait to see how the Sables react.”
The murmurs never reached Calista.
In her mind, there was only one thought: she was finally free.
If Ronan broke that vow, he would face death and annihilation.
That alone was enough to satisfy her.
“Hmph, at least you know your place,” Calista said lightly, her tone dripping with condescension, as though praising a well-trained servant.
The onlookers exchanged baffled looks.
Where on earth did she get that sense of superiority?
Didn’t she know that without House Crowne, the Sables were nothing?
Ronan, however, was not surprised at all.
In his previous life, Calista and the Sables had always carried themselves with such unearned pride.
As memories of his family’s slaughter surfaced, a lethal chill flickered through Ronan’s eyes.
Ending the engagement was just the beginning.
There were blood debts yet to be paid.
The Sables, and that so-called Chosen One, would not escape!
At that instant, a gentle warmth pulsed from the family pendant at his neck.
The silver relic melted into liquid light, sinking into his chest.
When it cooled, the Crowne crest burned itself above his heart.
And a voice echoed within his mind:
[Your resolve to change fate has been confirmed. From this moment on, you are marked as a Sovereign Candidate. Welcome, Ronan Crowne, to the road of ascension—the path to become Sovereign of All Realms.]
[Every attempt to rewrite destiny will yield rich returns.]
The pendant pulsed. Then, another shimmering message followed:
[Frist target revealed: The Chosen One, Lucien Cross.]
Data unfurled like flowing script before his inner sight.
[To bring down the Chosen One, you must sever his destiny.]
[Three paths await you: Seize his opportunities. Steal his allies. Break his spirit. Each loss he suffers becomes your gain.]
As the final fragments of information settled, clarity washed over Ronan’s heart.
If that was the case ...
Well then, he now had a more solid reason to dismantle the Sables.
After all, at this point in time, Calista and the Sables were already using Crowne resources to nurture Lucien Cross.
Just then, the smug smile on Calista’s face faded as she cut into Ronan’s thoughts.
“I’ll be waiting at home tomorrow,” she said coldy. “Break your vow, and you’ll die.”
The she added, her lips curling, “Actually… I hope you do. Just so I can watch you suffer.”
The crowd recoiled in stunned disbelief.
“She just… cursed the Crowne heir?”
“After everything he gave her, resources, status, divine weapons and numerous gifts, and now she wishes him dead?”
“Disgusting. No shame. No gratitude.”
“She deserves whatever storm is coming.”
“I’ll be there.” Ronan replied lazily. “Exactly at nine.”
“Good,” Calista said. She turned to leave.
“Why the rush?” Ronan drawled, his tone laced with mockery.
“Since you want nothing to do with me or House Crowne, please return everything that belongs to us then.”
“That includes the B-rank Energy Weapon you’re clutching… and that violet-gold bracelet on your wrist.”
“You see, they were never yours.”
Calista froze mid-step.
“What did you just say?” she asked in disbelief, her voice rise in rage.
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The beam struck.White light consumed the battlefield as the Velmoran capital ship’s main cannon erupted across the corridor, the energy column tearing through space with terrifying force. Arken’s defensive grid flared violently as the blast slammed into the fleet’s formation, shields shattering in cascading bursts of blue light.Several ships vanished instantly.Fragments of metal and burning debris spiraled through the void as the shockwave rippled outward.Inside the command chamber, the projection flooded with warning indicators.“Shield collapse on two cruisers!”“Forward interceptors destroyed!”The corridor trembled under the impact.But the fleet still held.Barely.Ronan didn’t look at the damage reports. His eyes were locked on the tactical grid where the capital ship drifted within the narrowing corridor like an iron mountain refusing to move.The support unit that should have arrived—still hadn’t.He opened the operational logs with a flick of his hand.Transmission delay
The Killing Zone
The capital ship fired.There was no warning flare, no gradual buildup that gave time for fear to spread.One moment the enormous Velmoran vessel was drifting within the narrowing corridor of Arken’s trap.The next—its primary cannon ignited.A column of white energy tore across space, the beam so intense that the void itself seemed to ripple as it passed. Defensive alarms erupted across Arken’s fleet as the blast carved through the battlefield toward the command sector where Ronan stood.“Main weapon discharge!” an operator shouted.The command chamber flooded with red warning lights as the projection registered the incoming strike.Cassian leaned forward sharply.“They’re targeting the strategist!”Lucas didn’t raise his voice.“All defensive grids reinforce command coordinates.”Outside the station, dozens of Arken ships shifted instantly, their shields overlapping in a layered barrier as the beam slammed into the defensive network. The impact shook the entire formation, energy fl
When the Trap Closes
The first alarm did not sound like panic.It sounded like inevitability.A sharp tone echoed through the command chamber as the tactical projection flashed with new activity. Velmoran strike groups surged forward along the corridor Arken’s fleet had carefully shaped, their engines burning in tight formation as they crossed the final threshold into engagement range.“Enemy strike wings entering the corridor!” an operator reported.Cassian leaned over the central projection, his eyes narrowing as the Velmoran formation compressed exactly where Ronan had predicted.“They’re committed,” he said.Lucas’s voice cut through the room, calm and steady.“All fleets maintain current alignment.”Outside the station, the silent tension shattered.Velmora fired first.Brilliant lances of energy streaked through the void, slamming into Arken’s forward shield grid in overlapping detonations. The defensive lattice flared as it absorbed the opening barrage, its energy rippling across the formation like
The Corridor
The fleet moved like a quiet machine.Across the tactical projection suspended above the command chamber, hundreds of Arken vessels shifted by fractions of degrees—small adjustments that meant everything. Carriers rotated their defensive arcs. Escort destroyers drifted into new alignment corridors. Energy stabilizers pulsed softly as the damaged edge of Sector Epsilon compensated for the missing lattice.To an outside observer, it looked routine.To the officers in the room, it was anything but.Cassian stood with his arms folded behind his back, watching the projection with the still patience of someone who had fought enough wars to know that the moments before battle were often the most fragile.“You’re certain they’ll commit?” he asked.Ronan didn’t answer immediately. His eyes moved across the data streams flowing along the edges of the display—sensor echoes, micro-adjustments in Velmoran positioning, subtle gravitational disturbances that hinted at hidden movement.“They already
The Target
The command chamber felt different tonight.Not louder, not more chaotic—just sharper. Every voice carried a little more urgency, every movement a little more deliberate. The projection above the central table rotated slowly, showing the shifting formations of both fleets across the contested sector.Velmora had changed their pattern again.An analyst adjusted the projection, narrowing the display until a series of converging vectors became visible.“They’re repositioning their strike groups,” he said, pointing toward the outer arcs. “But not toward the fleet.”Cassian leaned forward slightly. “Clarify.”The analyst enlarged the data.“Every time we adjust our defensive alignment,” he continued, “their formation recalibrates to follow one signal source.”A faint marker pulsed at the center of the projection.Ronan.Silence spread across the room.Another officer spoke carefully. “You’re saying their tactical priority is no longer the defensive ring.”“Yes, sir.”Cassian’s eyes narrowe
Before the Storm Breaks
The station felt quieter than it had any right to be.Not peaceful—never peaceful—but quieter. The kind of quiet that came after something violent, when everyone was still moving, still working, but with the unspoken awareness of how close things had come to breaking.Outside the reinforced observation glass, repair drones drifted in slow arcs around the fractured edge of Sector Epsilon, weaving new energy lines into place. The temporary lattice glowed faintly, fragile compared to the seamless ring that had existed before, but holding.For now.Ronan stood with his hands resting lightly behind his back, watching the work in silence until footsteps approached from behind.“You’re going to burn a hole through the glass if you keep staring like that.”He turned slightly. One of the engineering officers—Lieutenant Mara—offered a tired half-smile, dark circles under her eyes betraying how long she’d been on shift.“How bad is it?” Ronan asked.She exhaled through her nose, glancing back to
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