The blood flas are burning.
As the sun sank below the horizon, a second blood-red sun ignited in the sky above the imperial capital.
At this mont, all the fifth-stage extraordinary beings within the empire turned their gaze towards the direction of the capital, either in disbelief or in utter shock.
Ephesande Flafeast, the supre empress, had long reached the end of her glorious life.
The last ti she flaunted her power so recklessly was thirty-two years ago when she dragged a sky-covering void whale out of the Zero Realm Enigma.
At that ti, Ephesande did not take pleasure in war and tornt, nor did she hide within the source fla, neglecting state affairs.
Back then, she could still proudly declare her power to the empire, unconditionally distributing the rare void whale, unseekable in the past hundred years, to her subjects.
No one expected that the flaming sun above Anticheg would suddenly burn so fiercely. Everyone thought it was not yet the ti.
The capital was thus shaken by a massive earthquake, with at least eighty percent of the fifth-stage extraordinary beings fleeing imdiately upon sensing Ephesande's rampant release of the Flafeast fire, abandoning their properties in the capital. The remaining ones mostly stayed with escape plans in place, ready to observe the situation.
The fifth-stage extraordinary beings, who had been dominated by the divine species for millennia, had long ford a tacit understanding… regarding this rare opportunity.
Everyone knew that the decline of this generation's empress and Hydral would co simultaneously, and for reasons they did not understand, the two sides seed to coexist peacefully, though their conflicts were extrely sharp.
A battle between two divine beings might destroy most of the world's existence, and many fifth-stage extraordinary beings might not escape unscathed.
But so always believed they would be the ones to survive and build a new world on the scorched earth.
Within Anticheg, the great empress who ruled everything was laughing maniacally in a manner unbefitting her status and current appearance.
"Flalle... Flalle! Did you just end like this?! Hahaha... What on earth were you doing? As the Creator, did you inexplicably play yourself to death?!"
When Ansel integrated the miracle created by Flalle into his body, Ephesande imdiately sensed the anomaly.
—The aura of Hydral, a fellow sixth-stage divine species, that abyssal presence as deep as the sea, was rapidly dissipating.
The terrifying gaze of the abyssal beast that had been staring at her vanished in an instant.
Even the Nostrom, floating ten thousand ters above the capital, entered standby mode, and the cannon that could bombard Anticheg was shut down.
Upon realizing these events, Ephesande's first reaction was "denial." She could not believe that the monster who had fought her for decades would die so inexplicably, so... absurd.
So she cautiously, carefully, extended her perception bit by bit towards Hydral's manor. After confirming that Flalle did not retaliate, she extended her perception towards the more untouchable realm in the sky, the Nostrom.
However, Flalle still did not retaliate.
Moreover, she sensed the shock and panic of all the pact heads stationed on the Nostrom, felt the abyssal aura rapidly fading from them. Although she did not imdiately locate Flalle, all these signs indicated... that monster, sothing had happened to him.
Ephesande had no intention of acting imdiately.
Though she was old, senile, and cruelly mad, when it ca to matters of her own life, this empress, who constantly thought of living longer, beca incredibly sharp.
Ephesande's true intention was to use a mix of truth and falsehood to make it difficult for Flalle to grasp the exact mont she would act. She appeared ready for a decisive battle but did not actually do so, instead possibly spreading her power elsewhere in preparation.
… Although such tactics might seem childish in the struggles of the divine species, for Ephesande, it was of no consequence.
As long as she could seize the opportunity to live and advance further, she would do anything.
What Ephesande did not expect was that this opportunity… would present itself so clearly before her.
Even now, amidst her ecstasy, she remained vigilant against Flalle, wary of whether he was hiding sowhere, waiting for the right mont to deliver a fatal blow. Thus, she released her power without reservation, both to continue probing Flalle and to prepare and guard against him.
However… nothing happened.
In this torturous wait for Ephesande, nothing happened. Instead, she saw the handso young man she had coveted for years… approaching Anthicheg.
He did not carry the aura of the sixth stage.
For the divine species, the presence of another divine species was extrely distinct, as obvious as a walking sun unless deliberately concealed.
Ephesande, staring intently at Ansel, began to breathe heavily.
"Flalle is dead... but you did not inherit his power?"
"No, that's not right... if that's the case, then Flalle might not be dead but weakened or sealed for so reason?"
A blaze of ecstatic flas ignited in the woman's eyes. She knew that Flalle would never use his son as bait, nor did he have the need or significance to do so.
Therefore, if Flalle's divine aura disappeared and Ansel did not inherit Flalle's power, it could only an that sothing significant had happened to Flalle!
And at this mont... who could Ansel turn to for help? Who else in this world could solve the problems of the divine species?
"Ah... ah..."
Ephesande's throat emitted a moan mixed with joy and desire, causing her voice to tremble.
"Are you coming to seek my help?"
She licked her lips, using magic to gaze through the eyes of a predator at the gradually approaching Ansel, who was about to enter the palace. Explore hidden tales at empire
"Such touching father-son affection... at this mont, I am truly grateful for the good relationship between you and your father, Ansel... you want to save him, right? You must be willing to... pay any price, right?"
The thought that she might have the chance to subdue that monster's child, the boy who considered her daughter his own, the genius whom the entire empire admired, the handso young man who so perfectly matched her desires, under her body, on her bed… made Ephesande's tall, soft, and voluptuous body convulse with excitent.
She regained her peak power, along with her intense desire and ambition.
"Co... Ansel, dear Ansel."
"Let ... love you properly."
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