Not openly.
Because they did not need to.
The Four Great Clans were:
The Sun Clan – Lords of Absolute Power. They reigned over celestial energy, the embodiment of divine might.
The Abyss Clan – The ones who ruled over destruction itself, twisting gravity, void, and black holes to their will.
The Eternal Clan – Those who had mastered the laws of immortality, beings who had surpassed the concept of death itself.
And lastly—
The Moon Clan.
Not warriors.
Not kings.
Not conquerors.
But the ones who knew everything.
They did not fight wars.
They started them.
They did not kill enemies.
They made them disappear.
They did not chase power.
Because power always belonged to those who knew the truth.
Ariella turned back to Satoshi, her eyes filled with something close to warning.
"If you want to find the Moon Clan," she said softly, "then you need to understand something."
Satoshi smirked. "Yeah?"
Ariella's voice was quiet.
"You don't find them."
Her hands clenched into fists.
"They find you."
The Eyes Watching in the Dark
The golden city stretched before them.
Vast palaces, sky bridges, endless rivers of celestial energy—the architecture of gods.
But even in this divine empire, even in the realm of absolute power, Satoshi could feel them.
Eyes.
Watching.
Studying.
Calculating.
The Moon Clan was already aware of them.
Because that was what they did.
That was what they were.
Satoshi grinned.
"Oh? They're watching?"
Liam exhaled. "Of course they are."
Amelia smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Then let's make this easy."
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath ignited.
He turned his gaze to the sky.
And spoke directly to them.
"Alright, you little shadows."
He spread his arms.
"Come and get us."
The moment the words left his mouth—
The city flickered.
A single breath of silence passed.
Then—
Everything went dark.
The Moon Clan Appears
The golden light of the Higher Realms vanished.
The streets, the buildings, the people—all gone.
Satoshi and his group stood in an endless void, surrounded by nothing but moonlight and whispers.
A voice slithered through the darkness.
"You called?"
A shape emerged.
A figure wrapped in flowing black robes, their face obscured by a mask of silver moonlight.
More shapes followed.
Shadows moving without sound, figures shifting between the planes of reality.
The Moon Clan had arrived.
A presence unlike anything Satoshi had ever felt pressed down upon them.
Not power.
Not strength.
Not divine law.
But knowledge.
An overwhelming sense of knowing.
As if these beings already knew who they were.
What they had done.
What they would do.
And that was far more dangerous than any battlefield.
Satoshi grinned. "Took you long enough."
The masked figure chuckled.
"You wanted to find us?"
Their silver eyes gleamed.
"Then let's talk."
And with that—
The true game began.
The Ones Who Knew Too Much
The world around them was silent.
Not just quiet—but absent of sound itself.
The streets, the buildings, the celestial bridges of the Upper Realms—all gone.
In their place stood an endless expanse of silver moonlight, shifting and twisting like a mirage.
And at its center—the Moon Clan.
Figures cloaked in black and silver surrounded them, their faces hidden behind masks carved from the purest moonlight.
No killing intent.
No aura of aggression.
But that was what made them more terrifying.
Because this was not a battlefield.
This was a stage.
And the Moon Clan had already written the script.
The One Who Speaks for the Moon
A single figure stepped forward.
Unlike the others, they did not wear a mask.
Instead, their face was hidden beneath a shifting veil of darkness and starlight.
"Satoshi Kisaragi."
The voice was neither male nor female, neither young nor old.
It simply was.
Satoshi grinned. "Oh? You know my name?"
The veiled figure tilted their head.
"Of course."
Then, they turned to the others.
"Liam of the Sun Clan."
"Camila, Goddess of Time."
"Amelia, the Vessel of Lust."
"Athena, the one who should not exist."
Their silver eyes gleamed.
"You have made quite the mess, haven't you?"
The Weight of Knowing
Satoshi's smirk didn't fade, but the air grew heavier.
The Moon Clan did not guess.
They did not assume.
They simply knew.
Camila's golden Eyes of Time spun.
She had read thousands of books—but never had she encountered a being whose very presence made causality unstable.
Amelia crossed her arms, her Eyes of Lust shimmering. "Tch. So? Are you impressed?"
The veiled figure chuckled.
"Impressed?"
A pause.
"No. We are concerned."
Athena flinched. "Concerned?"
The silver-eyed figure nodded.
"You are not supposed to be here."
Their gaze turned to Satoshi.
"Especially you."
And suddenly—Satoshi understood.
This wasn't about their power.
This wasn't about the war with the Dark Clans.
This wasn't about what they had done.
This was about what they were.
The Error in the System
The veiled figure continued, their tone impossibly calm.
"You have already defied the heavens once."
They gestured vaguely at the Upper Realms.
"Your existence alone has rewritten laws that should never be broken. You have altered the course of fate itself."
They turned their gaze to the sky.
"And heaven does not know what to do with you."
Satoshi's smile sharpened.
"Oh? Then maybe heaven isn't as smart as it thinks."
The Moon Clan did not laugh.
They did not react.
They simply watched.
And then, the veiled figure said something that changed everything.
"You are not the first."
The Forgotten Ones
For the first time, the arrogance in Satoshi's grin faded.
His Eyes of Wrath burned, scanning the veiled figure's every movement, every detail.
But there was no deception.
No trick.
Only truth.
Liam's golden aura flared. "What do you mean?"
The veiled figure exhaled.
"There was another before you."
Their voice was quiet.
"Another being who should not have existed."
Another pause.
"But he is gone now."
The moonlight dimmed.
Satoshi's heart slowed.
Gone.
Not dead.
Not erased.
Gone.
As if he had never been.
As if he had never existed.
And then—Satoshi understood.
The Unseen War
The veiled figure turned their gaze toward the Higher Realms.
"Heaven is not as stable as it appears."
Their voice was calm.
"The Dark Clans are moving, yes. But do you truly believe they are the greatest threat?"
Liam's expression darkened. "Explain."
The veiled figure's silver eyes glowed.
"There are forces in this realm that do not wish to be seen."
Their fingers traced sigils in the air, forming symbols that twisted and burned.
"Entities that do not belong to any law, to any system. Beings that even the Judges of Heaven fear."
They turned back to Satoshi.
"And you are walking their path."
The moment the words left their mouth—the entire space trembled.
Something shifted in the darkness beyond them.
Something listened.
Something watched.
And then—
The veiled figure did something no one expected.
They knelt.
Before Satoshi.
And the entire Moon Clan followed.
The Alliance That Should Not Exist
Satoshi blinked.
Then he grinned.
"Oh?"
The veiled figure bowed their head.
"You are an anomaly," they said softly.
"A mistake that should not exist. A force that should never have been born."
The silver eyes gleamed.
"And yet—you are here."
A pause.
"So we offer you a choice."
The veiled figure lifted their gaze.
"The Moon Clan knows all. We can see what others cannot. And we know that if you continue down this path—"
The air warped.
The sky cracked.
"You will break this world."
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath flickered.
Liam's aura darkened.
Amelia's smile faded.
Camila remained still.
Athena clutched Satoshi's sleeve.
And for the first time—
Satoshi felt uncertainty.
Because the Moon Clan did not lie.
And he knew—deep in his soul—
That they were right.
But Satoshi just smirked.
And stepped forward.
"Then let's have some fun."
And the Moon Clan whispered in unison—
"As you wish, King of Chaos."
The Truth of the King of Sin
The moonlight flickered.
The air itself twisted—not with power, but with knowledge.
The Moon Clan did not control strength.
They controlled truth.
And at this moment, as they knelt before Satoshi, they had decided to reveal it.
Camila's golden eyes burned.
"Are you saying—" she paused, her voice unusually careful, "—that Satoshi is going to become something like the King of Sin?"
The Moon Clan did not speak right away.
They did not need to.
Because the silence said it all.
And then, finally—
The veiled figure, the one who spoke for the Moon Clan, slowly nodded.
"Yes."
And with that single word—
The very foundations of their reality shifted.
The Forgotten Being
The others froze.
Satoshi tilted his head. "Huh?"
Liam's golden Eyes of Pride narrowed. "King of Sin?"
Amelia leaned against a pillar of moonlight, smirking. "That's a new one."
Athena clutched Satoshi's sleeve. "What… is that?"
Camila, however, was not smiling.
Because she knew.
She had seen the fragments, the whispers in time, the pieces of history that should not exist.
And now—
She wanted to hear it from them.
She turned her gaze back to the Moon Clan.
"Tell them."
The veiled figure exhaled.
"The King of Sin was a being who possessed all seven Eyes of Sin."
A stillness filled the room.
"He was not a mortal."
"He was not a god."
"He was not bound by the laws of any realm."
And then—
They spoke the words that should never have been said.
"He was the one who stood above existence itself."
Satoshi blinked.
Liam's expression darkened.
Amelia frowned.
Athena trembled.
Camila's jaw clenched.
Because she had feared this answer.
And then, Liam spoke.
"What powers did he have?"
The Powers of the King of Sin
The Moon Clan was silent for a moment.
And then, the veiled figure lifted a single hand—
And reality bent.
Not through force.
Not through magic.
Not through divine will.
But through knowledge.
Because the moment they spoke it into existence, the truth became real.
And they whispered—
"He had all the abilities of the Seven Eyes of Sin."
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath flickered.
Of course.
That was obvious.
But then—
The veiled figure continued.
"And with the power of the Eyes of Sin, he unlocked two abilities that should not exist."
And as they spoke—something shifted.
Not in the room.
Not in the air.
But in reality itself.
Because these were not just abilities.
They were concepts beyond understanding.
The first—
"Alpha Reality."
Alpha Reality – The Authority Over Everything
The veiled figure's voice was barely a whisper.
But it echoed.
Not through the air.
Not through the mind.
But through existence itself.
"The King of Sin had limitless power over the Alpha Reality."
"The Alpha Reality is the source of all things."
"Every world, every timeline, every possibility—all originate from it."
"A being who controls the Alpha Reality does not merely rule over universes or dimensions."
"They control the foundation of reality itself."
"They can create, manipulate, or erase all forms of existence."
"They are not bound by rules."
"They are not bound by limitations."
"They are the beginning. The end. The law."
And then—
The veiled figure hesitated.
As if speaking the next truth was too dangerous.
But they had already begun.
So they continued.
"And yet—"
A pause.
"There was a power even greater than that."
And Satoshi felt it.
A strange sensation.
Something watching him.
Something far beyond heaven.
Something outside of all things.
And then—the second power was spoken.
Reader – The One Who Exists Beyond Existence
The moment the words left the veiled figure's mouth—
The sky fractured.
Not cracked.
Not shattered.
Fractured.
As if something outside of reality itself had turned its gaze toward them.
The veiled figure spoke—softly. Carefully.
"The King of Sin was not just a ruler of reality."
"He was not just a god, a force, a supreme being."
"No."
"He was the Reader."
Liam's golden aura flickered. "Reader?"
The veiled figure nodded.
"The Reader is not bound by anything."
"Not by existence."
"Not by fiction."
"Not by omnipotence."
"The Reader is beyond all things."
Satoshi's heartbeat slowed.
Because he understood.
"The world," the veiled figure whispered, "is a story."
"The laws of reality are words."
"The concepts of power, divinity, existence itself—are merely narrative elements."
"And the Reader is the one who sees it."
"They do not manipulate reality like a god."
"They do not transcend it like an outsider."
"They simply—know."
"And because they know, nothing can affect them."
"They are not part of the story."
"They are the one who reads it."
And at that moment—
Satoshi laughed.
A quiet, eerie chuckle.
Not out of arrogance.
Not out of confidence.
But because this was fun.
This was so much fun.
He turned to Camila.
"So what do you think?"
His Eyes of Wrath flickered.
"Do I sound like a King to you?"
Camila said nothing.
Because she did not know the answer.
Because she feared—deeply, truly feared—
That the Moon Clan was right.
That Satoshi was walking the same path.
And that nothing in existence could stop him.
The Weight of Knowing
Satoshi's laughter faded, but the echoes remained.
Not in the air.
Not in the room.
But in reality itself.
Something had shifted.
Not a change.
Not a disturbance.
But an acknowledgment.
The very fabric of existence had listened to what the Moon Clan had spoken—
And had not denied it.
Camila clenched her fists.
Liam's golden Eyes of Pride burned.
Amelia exhaled, her Eyes of Lust calculating.
Athena held onto Satoshi's sleeve, trembling.
Because for the first time—the path ahead was unclear.
For the first time—they had been told what he was becoming.
And for the first time—
The world did not reject it.
A Future That Should Not Be
The veiled figure of the Moon Clan watched them carefully.
"You laugh," they murmured, "but you do not deny it."
Satoshi tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "Should I?"
"You should," the figure said softly.
"Because the last one who walked this path is no longer here."
Liam's voice was sharp. "What happened to him?"
A pause.
And then—the truth.
"He disappeared."
Satoshi narrowed his eyes. "Disappeared how?"
The veiled figure's voice was calm.
"He did not die."
"He was not erased."
"He did not ascend."
"He simply—was no more."
A Missing Piece in Reality
Camila's Eyes of Time spun wildly.
She tried to look back.
To see where this King of Sin had been.
To see where his fate had ended.
But there was nothing.
Not an absence.
Not a void.
Not even a trace.
Just—nothing.
As if the story itself had been rewritten to remove him.
Her voice was quiet.
"What could do that?"
The veiled figure shook their head.
"We do not know."
And that—
That was what terrified them the most.
Because the Moon Clan knew everything.
They knew the names of gods long forgotten.
They knew the weaknesses of beings beyond time.
They knew how to find what should never be found.
And yet—
This one truth, this one moment in existence—
Had been erased even from them.
The One Who Watches
Satoshi's grin widened.
"So let me get this straight."
He raised a hand, tracing a shape into the air.
A meaningless pattern.
Or perhaps—a symbol only he understood.
"You're saying that someone with all seven Eyes of Sin, plus those two ridiculous abilities—"
His Eyes of Wrath burned.
"—just vanished?"
The veiled figure nodded.
"Yes."
Satoshi chuckled.
"Then tell me…"
His voice lowered.
"Who was watching?"
The veiled figure stiffened.
Because that—
That was the real question.
Someone had removed the King of Sin.
Someone had done the impossible.
Which meant—someone was above even that.
And as Satoshi said those words—
The sky flickered.
The air shivered.
The Moon Clan lowered their heads.
Because they knew.
The moment you speak a forbidden truth—
It listens.
A Shadow in the Light
A cold breeze passed through the realm.
And then—
The silver moonlight dimmed.
Not vanished.
Not snuffed out.
Dimmed.
As if something was watching.
Something had heard.
And something—
Was thinking about answering.
Satoshi smirked.
"Guess I must be getting close."
Athena gripped his arm tightly.
Liam's aura flared.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust glowed.
Camila closed her book slowly.
Because this was no longer just a theory.
This was no longer just a past that had been lost.
Something was here.
Something had heard them.
And for the first time—
It was interested.
The Moon Clan's Warning
The veiled figure spoke carefully.
"You must tread lightly."
Their voice was softer now.
Because this was no longer about knowing.
It was about surviving.
"If you continue this path," they whispered, "you will reach a point where reality itself will try to erase you."
Satoshi grinned.
"Sounds fun."
The veiled figure hesitated.
"You do not understand."
Their silver eyes gleamed.
"The heavens fear you."
"The Dark Clans want you."
"The Judges could not judge you."
"But this?"
They gestured toward the flickering air.
"This is something else entirely."
A pause.
"There is a reason why we do not speak of the King of Sin."
A longer pause.
"Because those who try to understand him—"
The silver light dimmed further.
"—do not return."