The silence that followed Inariel’s words was heavy — not with fear, but with the shared recognition. The light that bled through the high clerestory panes seemed colder, refracted by the dust of their hesitation.

Then, the doors of the Grand Chamber groaned open.

It wasn’t the arrival of a herald ...

From the skies he tore his way down in a violet blaze, a streak of stormfire that split the clouds and sent banners snapping against their poles. The glow clung to him as he touched stone, purples and golds dancing across his frame, casting long shadows that wavered like flames along the Hall’s ...

They sat and said nothing.

Light from the high clerestory cut through the dust of the Crown Hall in thin, surgical blades, landing across the Hadal Stone and failing to warm the deep gash that scarred its face. Around that wounded heirloom the chairs had been set—four occupied, three empty—and the ...

Their uniforms were unfamiliar. Some wore hooded robes with their eyes veiled and their left arms exposed. Others were clad in tight, metallic armor, blue veins coursing across it, pulsing faintly in synchronized rhythm. Yet all of them bore the same mark — whether tattooed on flesh or pressed into ...

The Crown Hall had not seen an assembly since the last one nearly tore the foundations of the republic apart. That gathering, meant to unify, had instead festered with pride and malice, leaving Acrix Solara’s upopata trembling at the edge of corruption—nearly consumed by the greed of one man’s ...

Zeroken collapsed into the snow, his breath rattling like broken glass inside his chest. The light coming from his eyes, once a brilliant violent glow, began to sputter like a dying star. His body was no longer whole—it was ruined, a husk wracked by spasms as the last vestiges of his strength bled ...

For a moment, Zeroken felt nothing at all.

The line of blackness where Jao’s blade had swept seemed almost imaginary, a phantom stroke too absolute to exist. He blinked, his body trembling with the echo of impact, and for a fraction of a second he believed he had survived. Believed that his will ...

The Voidkyn titan roared with a sound so deep it rattled bone and soul alike. Every motion of its colossal limbs shook the mountainside, avalanches crashing in its wake.

Above the chaos, Kaito Owaki hovered cloaked in storm clouds, his silhouette etched in lightning. His laughter echoed across the ...

The battlefield was chaos—blinding snow torn apart by the lumbering wrath of the Voydkin titan, its every movement shaking avalanches loose from the peaks above. Amid the storm of stone and ice, the Shi SLAYER strike force fought desperately to maintain ground, their lines fraying with each ...

As the battle waged on, the armada of Voydkin began to falter against the relentless precision and coordination of the Slayer Strike Force. Despite the ferocity of the Owaki bioweapons, their disjointed assaults and engineered resilience could not withstand the seamless unity of the Shi’s warriors ...