I barely had ti to process the fact that the Shadow Queen was standing inches from —warm, real, and infinitely dangerous—when the apartnt lights flickered.
The air grew heavy.
The temperature dropped again, but this ti... it wasn't her doing.
Her smile faded instantly, replaced by a cold, calculating look.
"Stay behind ," she ordered, her voice low and sharp like a drawn blade.
A dark mist began seeping through the cracks of the apartnt walls, curling around the floor like living smoke.
[System Alert: High-Risk Threat Detected – Abyssal Sovereign's Echo Manifesting.]
The words burned red across my vision.
"What the hell is an Abyssal Sovereign?!" I yelped, backing up instinctively.
She didn't look at .
"One of the old ones... sothing that should've stayed buried in the Shadow Realm," she muttered. Her aura flared to life, the shadows around her twisting into a protective barrier.
Through the swirling mist, a shape began to form—massive, humanoid, but entirely wrong. Its body was stitched together from pieces of shadow beasts, glowing purple sigils etched across its chest.
And then... it spoke.
A voice that seed to co from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"The Final Heir has awakened... Surrender him, Shadow Queen."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You dare step into my domain and demand terms?"
"The Abyss rembers its rightful ruler. You were... a temporary inconvenience. The Heir belongs to us."
I took a step back.
Wait, ? THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT ?!
The Queen didn't hesitate.
"Liam. Stay. Down."
With a single graceful movent, she drew a blade seemingly ford from the pure essence of darkness.
The fight began in a flash of light and shadow.
I couldn't move. Could barely breathe.
Through the chaos, one terrifying truth beca clear—
This wasn't just about being her "Caretaker."
There was sothing inside ... sothing ancient.
And everyone wanted it.
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