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Chapter 67 - VOLUME II — CHAPTER 5 “Three Thrones Descend”

The city finally understood fear.

Not the kind that screamed.Not the kind that ran.

This fear sank in and stayed.

The air above the broken district darkened—not with clouds, but with presence. Space itself began to compress, layers folding inward like a collapsing thought.

Rhel Cain felt it first.

His expression hardened."…That pressure isn't from us."

D U's relaxed posture vanished.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "That's not Old Gen."

The sky split.

Not cracked.

Not tore.

It opened—as if reality had been waiting for permission.

AD R A X — THE FIRST THRONE

Adrax descended without wings, without motion.

He simply existed lower than before.

His colossal form bent the light around him, vast and absolute, shadows orbiting his body like satellites. The same oppressive atmosphere from the ruins returned—ancient, merciless, undeniable.

Vyra's micro-strings trembled.

Kage's form distorted, edges blurring.

Gray felt his lungs tighten.

Hyung clenched his fists.

"…He's back."

Adrax's voice rolled through the city like a planetary echo.

"Fragments gather again," he said."How inefficient."

His gaze passed over everyone—Old Gen, hunters, warriors—until it landed on Null.

"The vessel persists."

Null felt his spine burn.

Before anyone could react—

The pressure shifted.

Gravity twisted sideways.

Buildings groaned.

Cars lifted, then froze mid-air.

A second presence arrived.

L U X I O N — THE SECOND THRONE

A figure stepped down from a vertical distortion—humanoid, radiant, wrapped in geometric light patterns that rewrote gravity wherever he stood.

Luxion smiled.

Not cruelly.

Politely.

"As always," he said, "Adrax arrives first. No sense of pacing."

Adrax did not respond.

Luxion's eyes swept the battlefield with interest.

"So these are the remnants of the Old Generation," he said. "Impressive that you still breathe."

Rhel Cain stepped forward, aura igniting.

"Luxion," he said coldly. "You should have stayed sealed."

Luxion chuckled.

"And miss this reunion?"

The third arrival did not announce itself with force.

It arrived with silence.

Every sound cut out.

Fire froze.

Wind stopped.

Even Adrax paused.

A I Z E N O — THE FINAL THRONE

He walked out of nothing.

No distortion.No energy surge.

Just a man in dark attire, calm, composed, eyes sharp with absolute certainty.

Null's blood ran cold.

Hyung stiffened like he'd been struck.

"…Aizeno."

Aizeno glanced at him briefly.

Then looked at Null.

And smiled.

"Still standing," he said softly. "Good."

Null's fists shook.

"You," Null said, voice tight. "You did this to me."

Aizeno tilted his head.

"I refined you."

D U stepped forward, aura flaring for the first time since the hunt began.

"So," he said, grin gone, eyes lethal. "All three thrones in one place."

Luxion clapped once.

"Efficient, isn't it?"

Adrax's voice thundered.

"The Old Generation interferes with the convergence. Remove them."

Aizeno raised a hand.

"No," he said calmly. "Test them."

The world responded.

THE CLASH BEGINS

Rhel Cain moved first.

He vanished—reappearing directly in front of Luxion, fist carrying compressed space itself.

Luxion blocked with one finger.

The shockwave erased an entire city block.

Gray and Blaze launched simultaneously—Silent Beast aura and restrained flame colliding into Adrax's shadow field.

The impact shook Adrax back one step.

Vyra's eyes widened.

"He moved."

Kage struck next—void slicing across Adrax's flank, tearing through shadow.

Adrax's form rippled.

Not injured.

But touched.

D U appeared in front of Aizeno without warning.

No flash.

No sound.

Just presence.

Their eyes met.

For a moment—

Nothing happened.

Then the ground beneath them collapsed inward, forming a perfect crater.

Hyung joined D U, stance locked.

"You don't get to touch him again," Hyung said.

Aizeno regarded him calmly.

"You were never meant to stand beside him," he replied.

Null felt something twist inside his chest.

The three thrones stood against the Old Generation.

Power met power.

History met consequence.

This was not a battle for territory.

This was a reckoning.

And for the first time since the world began breaking—

The Throned Ones realized:

They were not alone anymore

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