"You must take better care of this body," she whispered, her tone laced with quiet sorrow. "Do you know how long I begged my elder sister for it? Thousands of years, my love. Thousands."
The beautiful lady in white stood still, her long hair flowing like silk in the wind. She let out a quiet sigh, a soft, almost musical sound, but behind that gentle voice was a deep sadness.
"That's enough," she said, her eyes full of concern as she looked at Rex. "Let heal you first. You look absolutely awful… like death itself brushed against you."
As her words floated into the air, a soft silver light began to glow around her. The light slowly wrapped itself around Rex's broken, wounded body.
It sparkled gently, like the moon shining on a calm sea. Then the swords on him, the ones made from bright, burning stellar energy, began to lt away. They broke apart into tiny particles, drifting into the air like glowing dust, vanishing one by one.
Rex's injuries healed quickly, faster than any human dicine could ever manage. Cuts closed, bruises faded, and even shattered bones snapped back into place. In seconds, he looked almost as if he'd never been hurt at all.
But just as the warmth in her face returned for a brief mont, her expression suddenly turned sharp and cold like ice. Her gaze moved to the Blood Clan warriors who had dared to betray their own master. Her beautiful eyes no longer showed kindness... only judgnt.
"To attack your own master…" her voice was hard as stone, "is sothing far worse than shaful. There's an old human saying: 'A dog that bites its owner deserves death.' And I happen to agree."
She raised a single delicate finger into the air and without even a gesture of effort, the punishnt began.
All across the stars, inside every single Blood Clan warrior, the energy that powered them, the very stellar force they had stolen or absorbed, was pulled out violently.
It didn't matter where they were hiding. So were buried beneath mountains, others hiding deep within space stations or other worlds entirely. But space itself bent and cracked.
Shining lines of energy burst from the ground and sky, racing back toward the lady in white like streams flowing into the ocean.
They couldn't run. They couldn't stop it... this was the Fall of the Blood Clan
Panic broke out imdiately.
"W-What is this?!" one scread while his eyes widened in terror. "What did she just do?!"
"I can't feel my power! It's gone!"
"No—NO! I was Tier 6 just a second ago! Now I'm Tier 4—Tier 3—AAAHHH!!"
Weaker Blood Clan mbers dropped to their knees. Their bodies began to wither and crack like dry leaves. The energy that had kept them alive for centuries was now gone, and without it, their physical forms couldn't hold together. So simply turned to dust, vanishing as though they had never existed.
Even the mighty elders, the terrifying Tier 7s who had ruled their kind for hundreds of years, could only scream and beg as their strength faded. Their proud, ancient faces twisted into fear. Their old hands, once full of power, now clawed helplessly at the air, trying to grasp what they had lost.
But not everyone gave up.
The old Matriarch with her eyes burning with fury, stood firm. Beside her, three powerful Patriarchs howled with rage. They forced themselves forward, resisting the drain with every drop of strength they had left.
"You think this is enough to kill us?!" the Matriarch shouted. "You are wrong, witch!"
Their weapons glowed with power as they lunged at the lady in white with their blades slicing through the air.
But they never reached her.
A deafening explosion of silver light lit up the sky. A towering knight in radiant silver armor appeared out of nowhere, descending like a god from the heavens.
He had co from within a blooming white flower that suddenly grew behind the lady. The knight's armor glowed with divine power, and his presence alone knocked the attacking elders backward, slamming them into the ground.
"H-HOW?!" one Patriarch gasped. "A Tier 7… at peak level?! Since when did such monsters even exist?!"
His voice trembled in disbelief as the knight's pressure crushed his body, forcing him to the ground like an insect under a boot.
The lady in white looked down on them, her smile full of scorn. "Hmph. As my sister's creations used to say… 'You're nothing but frogs living at the bottom of a well. You've never seen the sky above.'"
She didn't waste another word. Her voice rang like a bell as she gave her command.
"My knights," she said calmly, "go find the twins… and my soon-to-be grandson. If anyone stands in your way… destroy them."
As she spoke, the ground around her ca alive. Dozens of white roses blood, growing instantly from the earth. Their petals unfolded slowly and from inside them stepped shining warriors with their silver armor gleaming in the light.
So looked like noble human knights. Others were shaped like massive minotaurs, fierce and unstoppable. A few were terrifying beasts with horns, wings, and claws, but all of them had the sa blinding silver glow and sacred circles of light floating behind their backs.
They didn't speak. They didn't hesitate. With heavy steps that shook the earth, they marched forward.
At the edge of the Blood Clan's hidden underground city, the entrance was quiet as always.
The guards leaned lazily against the dark stone walls, chatting and yawning, their weapons carelessly resting at their sides.
They were bored, and why wouldn't they be? Important people didn't walk through these gates since they simply teleported inside using rifts in space. These doors were ant for outsiders, low-ranked rcenaries, and weaklings. The guards believed there was no threat worth watching for.
They were terribly, fatally wrong....
Suddenly, the sky above the mountain cracked with a thunderous sound.
A blinding flash lit up the sky as sothing massive plumted from the heavens like a blazing star. The ground trembled violently as a colossal figure slamd into the earth with the force of a teor strike.
Stone cracked. Dust exploded outward. The air was filled with screams and the sound of bones breaking.
The nearest guards were thrown like ragdolls; so smashed into the walls with sickening crunches, and others were flattened under chunks of shattered stone. Blood painted the ground.
When the dust finally began to settle, a towering figure rose from the center of the crater. It was a Minotaur but not like anything they had ever seen.
He was a mountain of muscle wrapped in flawless silver armor, every inch glowing with sacred power. His eyes burned with a cold, rciless light, and in his massive hands, he held a silver axe that thrumd with stellar energy. It pulsed with deadly power, its edge so sharp it humd like a living thing.
The surviving guards scrambled up in a frenzy with their eyes wide with panic.
"W-We're under attack!" one shouted with his voice cracking with fear.
"Sound the alarm! Who dares to challenge the Blood Clan?!"
A storm of laser fire erupted. Blazing bolts of red, blue, and green streaked through the air, slamming into the Minotaur from every direction.
But it was like throwing sparks at a mountain.
The blasts fizzled uselessly against his armor, not even leaving a mark. The silver plating didn't dent and didn't even get warm. The only thing the attacks achieved was making the Minotaur angrier.
With a deafening roar that shook the skies, the beast lunged forward. His axe ca down in a savage arc, cleaving through a group of guards in a single strike.
screams were cut short as blood sprayed across the stone like red mist. Another swing carved through the air, sending shattered bodies flying like broken dolls. Walls cracked, and weapons shattered. Armor bent like paper.
Within monts, the entrance had beco a blood-soaked nightmare. The guards didn't stand a chance.
The Minotaur stopped only when all resistance was gone. Then, he turned his glowing gaze toward the enormous black gates of the city, the entrance to the Blood Clan's hidden sanctuary.
The doors were ancient, built from enchanted rare tals, and reinforced with layered protective shields. They had stood for centuries, made to withstand full-scale invasions.
Most armies would have needed siege weapons, energy cannons, or weeks of relentless assault to even scratch them.
The Minotaur raised his axe with both hands. He would need only one blow.
The air began to tremble as a cyclone of stellar energy wrapped around him. Lightning cracked across his armor. The very ground beneath his hooves fractured from the pressure.
Then, with a furious bellow, he swung. The sound echoed like the roar of the world itself splitting apart.
The axe struck the gates with unstoppable force. the energy shield shattered. Stone exploded. The blast sent molten fragnts flying in all directions, and in one single strike, the gates were torn in half... broken like brittle glass.
The shockwave tore through the underground passages, shaking the city far below. Citizens and warriors alike felt the tremor beneath their feet. Panic spread like wildfire.
The mont the massive gates shattered into rubble, a piercing alarm exploded through the underground city.
Sirens scread from every direction, echoing endlessly through the stone tunnels and towering cavern walls. Red warning lights began to flash in rhythmic pulses, turning the once-dark corridors into a nightmare of crimson and shadow.
In a matter of seconds, chaos broke out.
Armored soldiers rushed into formation, sprinting toward the ruined entrance. Their boots pounded against the steel walkways as command signals blared across comms.
"City breach detected! All units report to the outer gate imdiately!" shouted a sector captain, his voice cutting through the noise like a whip.
But these weren't proud warriors of the Blood Clan. They were enslaved fighters, rcenaries and captives forced into service. Their minds may have been shackled, but their bodies were still strong. They hadn't been touched by the soul-draining wrath of the lady in white.
And so, they charged toward their doom.
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