The servants of the castle gathered in the compound the moment they felt it.

An aura filled the air—heavy and divine. To those who bore ill will toward him, it was crushing. But to those who served him, it was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

More than twenty servants knelt with their heads bowed, waiting for their Lord to appear.

Averis and Ava were among them. The instant they sensed it—the awakening of their God—they rushed out without a moment's delay to witness his return.

Kaelith was no different. Though joy filled her heart knowing the Chaos Heir had awakened, an even deeper relief washed over her knowing her son was safe and alive.

Peri and Luna stood nearby as well, eager to see their husband in all his glory after his awakening.

The compound fell silent. Minutes passed.

Then, from above, a figure descended.

His crimson hair flowed with the breeze, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. A white cloth was wrapped around his waist, draped loosely over his left shoulder.

Red markings traced across his skin—flame serpents coiling and shifting as if alive.

His very presence made all who stood before him bow their heads in reverence.

The one who had inherited the Will of Chaos.

Kaelith stepped forward and asked softly, "How does it feel, my son?"

Luna and Peri soon approached, their eyes filled with relief and awe.

Hades let out a slow breath, glancing at his right arm. "Different… powerful… hungry," he murmured.

He couldn't quite put the feeling into words.

He had trained for as long as he could remember—ever since childhood, pushing himself beyond limits, never stopping. Yet all those years of effort felt small compared to what he had gained in just seven days.

It was as if he had been reborn into a new body—stronger, sharper, overflowing with energy. Every fibre of his being thrummed with life.

His gaze then shifted to his two wives.

A warm smile spread across his face as he pulled them close, wrapping his arms around them.

Peri and Luna rested their heads against his chest, saying nothing, only holding the man they had longed for through ten endless days.

Kaelith watched the scene with pride before turning toward the kneeling servants.

"Bow before your Lord," she declared, her voice echoing across the courtyard. "The one who reigns above all!"

Every being in the courtyard lowered their heads to the ground, tears glimmering in their eyes and smiles of pure relief on their faces.

Averis could only look at him in silent awe. She could hardly believe she was witnessing his rise with her own eyes.

None of the servants under Kaelith followed her out of greed or for the sake of protection.

Kaelith had kept only those whose devotion to Zerathos was absolute—those who would one day serve his heir without hesitation.

And now, that day has come. Their long wait, their faith, their loyalty—everything had been rewarded.

The Chaos Heir had been born.

…

Far away from Aethernox, inside a vast, dimly lit chamber, several men sat around a round table, their expressions tense as they discussed a matter of great urgency.

On the left side sat the white-haired man who had clashed with Hades and Averis just days ago—Cravanvor.

Opposite him was a black-haired man with faint grey eyes. His frame was lean for a Dragon, and his aura seemed subdued, almost like that of a low-ranking soldier.

But anyone who had ever mistaken him for one was no longer alive to speak of it.

In this world, there were only two Dragon Kings who carried the Will of the Primordials.

And one of them sat before Cravanvor.

The Ruler of Death.

The Undead Commander.

The one who reigns over the Abyss.

Xelrath Halcrest.

"So, he's taken their side," Xelrath said calmly, leaning back in his chair. "I had a feeling Argon would switch allegiances."

Cravanvor frowned. "How did you know that?"

Xelrath let out a weary sigh. "Isn't it obvious? Bollack's scion forced Argon's granddaughter to be his mate. So, to crush Bollack, the old man joined hands with his enemy."

Cravanvor's lip curled. "What a foolish reason. Women are born to warm the beds of strong men. What's wrong with that?"

His words echoed the brutal mindset common among male Dragons of this realm.

Few female Dragons—like Kaelith—possessed the strength and resolve to stand as independent beings. Most were never given the freedom to grow, to fight, or to forge an identity of their own.

After a brief pause, Cravan said, "We need to remove one of the two factions before they become too strong."

Xelrath's brows elevated, "Our combined forces wouldn't stand a chance against Argon's army, you are aware I assume?"

Cravan sucked on a cold breath…he knew that Argon's army was just too vast for them to take down. But, "Are we just going to stay and watch things unfold?"

Xelrath shook his head, "Of course, not. The Chaos Heir is not an entity who should exist in this world."

Cravan's eyes narrowed, "You have something in mind, right?"

The raven-haired heaved a sigh and stated, "It's easy to corner a man who has a family to protect. While we still can't touch Kaelith, she isn't the only female close to him."

Cravan's lips stretched in a grin, "Oh yes, the two weaklings that the Chaos Heir brought along him. Did you check their backgrounds?"

The other one nodded, "Yeah, and surprisingly, one of them doesn't belong to any clan or doesn't have a family back in the human realm. However,"

A malicious smile lifted the edges of Xelrath's lips as he added, "The other one has a family. A big one."

Cravan laughed, "Now we are talking! I will go and gather my forces."

Xelrath didn't say a word as he saw the man walking out of the room.

The raven-haired leaned back and looked at the ceiling in a daze, "Sorry to say, Kaelith, but you have endangered your son by bringing him back here."

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