Meanwhile, high above the battlefield, atop the floating marble platform—
Father stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed below.
His expression remained calm.
Unreadable.
Cold.
But his body betrayed him.
His hands had transformed into tiger claws.
The claws dug into his own skin hard enough to draw blood.
Blue lightning crackled violently around him.
CRACKLING—!!!
His pupils glowed blue.
Every muscle in his body was tense.
His emotions were spiraling beyond control.
Beside him, Nyxaroth stood in silence.
For once, the Elder God ignored Father completely.
All of his attention was fixed on me.
On the transformed beast standing below.
On the titan before him.
Then—
The world stopped.
Everything froze.
The army froze.
The titan froze.
The drifting clouds stopped moving.
Even the black lightning gathering above halted.
As if existence itself had forgotten motion.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Deep within my soul—
Something stirred.
Something ancient.
Something vast.
Something that should not exist.
Then—
Two eyes opened.
Ancient.
Cold.
Indifferent.
The instant they appeared—
Nyxaroth stiffened.
Every hair on his body stood.
Purple lightning erupted around him instinctively.
For the first time in countless years—
Fear entered the eyes of an Elder God.
The suppression intensified.
No.
It evolved.
It became something else entirely.
Not pressure.
Not aura.
Dominion.
Absolute dominion.
Even Nyxaroth could not ignore it.
Father had it worse.
Far worse.
He had already been struggling under the bloodline suppression.
Now—
His body completely gave out.
BOOM!!!
The marble beneath him shattered inward.
His knees slammed into the platform.
His head was forced downward.
His blue lightning flickered violently like a candle in a storm.
Sweat drenched him instantly.
Every instinct screamed.
Danger.
Danger.
DANGER.
An invisible mental assault swept across the battlefield.
It was meant for the shadow army.
Yet even behind layers of barriers—
Father and Nyxaroth were affected.
Father trembled violently.
Nyxaroth clenched his fists.
Sweat dripped down his face.
His breathing became heavier.
Their bloodlines trembled.
Even their souls felt insignificant.
Like insects standing before a cosmic predator.
Then the eyes blinked.
And vanished.
BOOM!!!!
Reality restarted.
The frozen world lurched back into motion.
The heavens exploded with black lightning.
The titan staggered backward.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
Its enormous body trembled.
The battlefield fell silent.
Every shadow soldier stopped moving.
Every single one stared.
Not at me.
But at the invisible presence lingering around me.
High above—
Father slowly lifted his head.
His voice shook.
"What… was that?"
Nyxaroth didn't answer.
For the first time in thousands of years—
The Elder God's face had gone pale.
His eyes remained locked on me.
Unmoving.
Unblinking.
As though afraid to blink.
As though he had seen something impossible.
"No…"
The word escaped him involuntarily.
"That's impossible…"
Below—
The titan slowly lowered its sword.
Its enormous eyes remained fixed on me.
Then—
For the first time—
Fear appeared.
Fear.
On an immortal shadow.
On a warrior that could not die.
On something forged from the remains of an ancient god.
The titan knelt.
BOOM!!!!
One knee struck the ground.
Mountains collapsed.
Then the second.
BOOM!!!!
The battlefield shook violently.
The entire shadow army froze in disbelief.
The titan lowered its head.
Then it spoke.
Its voice trembled.
"The Sovereign…"
Silence.
Then again.
"The Sovereign…"
The words echoed across the Shadow Realm.
The moment those words were spoken—
The Realm reacted violently.
ROOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!
The sky screamed.
The mountains screamed.
The earth screamed.
The entire Shadow Realm roared.
Not in fear.
Not in anger.
In hatred.
Pure hatred.
Ancient hatred.
The hatred of countless generations.
The hatred of a wound that had never healed.
Black lightning erupted across the heavens.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
Hundreds of thousands.
All gathering toward a single point.
A single target.
Me.
A warning exploded inside my mind.
DANGER!!!
DANGER!!!
DANGER!!!
My face paled instantly.
High above—
Father's eyes widened.
Nyxaroth cursed.
Actually cursed.
"That idiot realm!"
SWISH—!
Nyxaroth vanished.
BOOOOOOM!!!!
He reappeared in the sky above the battlefield.
His aura exploded outward like a black sun.
He looked upward.
Beyond the Shadow Realm.
Beyond his domain.
Beyond the very sky itself.
And what he sensed made his blood run cold.
Outside the Shadow Realm—
Above the Nyxari island—
Black clouds mixed with azure lightning had formed.
The heavens themselves were gathering.
No.
The universe was gathering.
Lightning of Authority.
The universe's will.
Its punishment.
Its judgment.
And it was locked onto him.
Nyxaroth froze.
For the first time in his long life—
He felt death.
Real death.
His thoughts spiraled.
The hatred he had carried for Pure Ones.
The rage.
The resentment.
All of it wavered.
Because memories flooded him.
Not his own memories.
The titan's memories.
Ancient fragments.
A white Tiger.
A smiling face.
A city burning.
Mountains of corpses.
The destruction of clans.
The fall of civilizations.
Entire bloodlines erased.
All because of one existence.
One bloodline.
The Pure Ones.
"No…"
Nyxaroth muttered.
But this time—
His voice carried something unfamiliar.
Tension.
Fear.
Disbelief.
"This is different."
The Pure Ones he knew were monsters.
Calamities.
Walking disasters.
But the thing within Velzahar…
Was different.
Far worse.
Something sleeping.
Something not fully awakened.
Something ancient beyond comprehension.
Something tied to a name almost erased from history.
A name buried beneath forbidden records.
A name even Elder Gods feared speaking.
The Nameless Sovereign.
Nyxaroth's pupils contracted.
His breathing stopped.
Then realization struck.
Like lightning.
Like death.
Like truth.
He slowly looked down at me.
Then whispered—
"No…"
His voice trembled.
"The anomaly…"
His mind sank into memories.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the first Pure One.
Back to the day everything changed.
Back to the white dragon.