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Damon had returned to Aurevion. After arriving, he quickly inford Zeke of what Leonel had said. The two of them, along with Cass, now waited in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the eggs. These weren’t ordinary eggs—they pulsed with mysterious energy, like they were alive. Ti stretched as the silence thickened, but then, without warning, they heard it. A soft crack, sharp and distinct in the stillness.
The boys perked up imdiately, their anticipation turning into tense excitent. But before they could even move, both Cass and Zeke were flooded with a series of System Notifications that appeared in rapid succession before their eyes.
’The number of mbers in the Pantheon: Aurevion has reached one million.’
’The number of mbers in the Pantheon: Aurevion has reached ten million.’
’The number of mbers in the Pantheon: Aurevion has reached one hundred million.’
’Your Myth: Arbiters of Equilibrium has grown imnsely.’
’Your Constellation: Ardalok has advanced.’
’Constellation: Ardalok is resonating with Pantheon: Aurevion.’
Confusion flickered across the boys’ faces. While they had known for a while that their Myth had evolved and eventually ford into a Constellation, they hadn’t really understood what it would do for them—or why it had remained so inert until now. There had been no visible effects, no divine intervention, no mystical insights. And now it was resonating? With Aurevion? What did that even an?
They were about to find out.
A force—unseen but impossible to ignore—washed over them. It wasn’t just pressure; it was awareness, divinity, presence. Their eyes were drawn upward, compelled as if by instinct. There, in the sky above Aurevion, a brand-new constellation erged. The stars rearranged themselves into a majestic formation, beginning with two enormous wings stretching outward across the sky like arms cradling the heavens themselves. Then, six radiant stars erged in the middle space between the wings, each one pulsing with a distinct light.
The first star in the left wing was dark red, almost like a swirling coagulation of crimson and shadow, as if blood had rged with void. In contrast, the first star in the right wing glowed with a brilliant mix of gold and white—blinding, pure, and absolute in its radiance. The second stars in each wing mirrored these opposites: gold and white on the left, red and black on the right. Finally, at the apex of each wing sat a third star, and these were identical—two brilliant purple stars that shimred with energy so dense it felt alive.
The boys didn’t need anyone to explain what they were seeing. They knew. The stars weren’t just lights; they were symbols of sothing greater. Their Constellation—Ardalok—had finally awakened. It hadn’t responded earlier because it had no power to draw from. The Pantheon of Aurevion had been too small, too weak. But now? With its mbership surging into the hundreds of millions, the Constellation had power. And the stars themselves symbolized Authority—not just any authority, but a kind of power that surpassed even Neo-Nephilim bloodline grades.
Cass and Zeke exchanged a long look. There was no need to speak; their shared understanding said it all. This was sothing they would use. Not now, maybe, but when the ti ca—they would wield this power like a blade.
Damon, staring slack-jawed at the constellation, blinked and asked, "Guys...what is that?"
Zeke offered him a sly grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Surprise."
Damon looked to Cass for so kind of clarification, but the elder twin only gave a small shake of his head. It was clear he wouldn’t spoil the reveal either. Damon opened his mouth to ask again, but then it hit them—a wave of FAITH so potent it nearly forced them to their knees. It poured from the eggs as the cocoons dissolved into glowing motes of light, absorbed by the newly transford Neo-Nephilim. The trio was suddenly overwheld by hundreds of millions of overlapping voices—all speaking, shouting, praying, questioning in chaotic unison.
It was to be expected. After all, the citizens of Murim had just undergone a forced evolution. Confusion was inevitable. But when the noise continued for more than fifteen minutes, Zeke lost his patience.
"SILENCE!!!!" he roared.
Logically, his voice shouldn’t have reached the ears of all 250 million Neo-Nephilim. But sohow, impossibly, it did. Every single voice stopped. It was as if they had been compelled—not physically, but spiritually. Zeke’s command had overridden their will, and they fell silent.
But Zeke wasn’t finished.
He raised his foot and stomped the ground. The earth trembled. Then, slowly, it began to rise beneath him and Cass. A platform erged, lifting the twins high into the air as though the world itself were obeying their will.
(Play DNA by Kendrick Lamar.)
Cass understood what was happening imdiately. Their bond made it obvious. Zeke wasn’t just asserting dominance—he was establishing mythos. They stepped forward in perfect synchrony, and each step was t with the platform rising higher to support them. When they reached a towering height, from where they could see the masses of newly born Neo-Nephilim stretching across the land, the ground shifted once more.
This ti, two thrones erged behind them.
The one behind Zeke was shaped like a blooming lotus. From afar, it might’ve looked beautiful, divine even. But upon closer inspection, it was grotesque. The throne was crafted entirely from bones—spinal cords, ribs, skulls—and blood dripped slowly from the armrests, pooling below. Ghostly faces twisted in agony appeared within the structure, mouths open in silent screams.
Cass’s throne, by contrast, was forged from ancient, blood-soaked weapons. Swords, axes, and spears had been lted and reshaped into a single, monstrous seat of power, as though every weapon that had ever slain in his na had co to pay homage.
The Demon Monarchs recognized Zeke imdiately. Though his current form might have differed from the one they had known, the aura was unmistakable. They fell to their knees and roared as one:
"WE GREET THE HEAVENLY DEMON. MAY YOUR REIGN BE ETERNAL AND YOUR ENEMIES DEAD!!!"
The rest of the Neo-Nephilim quickly followed. His face might have changed, but the horns, the four arms, the wings—those were unmistakable. They too fell into reverence:
"WE GREET THE HEAVENLY DEMON. THROUGH THE SUFFERING, TO THE STARS!!!"
Zeke rose from his throne, his voice now thunderous, divine, absolute.
"My children!!! The one you call Heavenly Demon was rely an incarnation of mine. As for , I have many nas. The One who exists outside the jurisdiction of Heaven and Hell. The One who hunts Demons and Angels alike. He who dominates all emotions. He who reaches untold worlds. He who rules the Celestial Sky."
He paused.
"I am...the Asuran Neo-Nephilim Primogenitor."
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