The grand throne room of the Human Empire was packed to its limits.
Generals.
Nobles.
Archmages.
Priests from multiple temples.
Foreign ambassadors.
Even envoys from non-human nations.
All gathered because last night…
A god appeared above the palace.
The emperor—Sohag's adoptive father—sat rigid on the throne, his regal calm barely holding under the weight of the situation. The queen, equally composed, held his hand discreetly.
The giant doors opened.
And everyone fell silent.
Sohag walked in, flanked by his sisters Freya and Aria, and followed by Lyriana, Celestial Maiden of the Stars.
It was a procession of beauty and power so overwhelming that many nobles forgot to breathe.
Whispers flew instantly:
"Look—Princess Freya returned from the northern front!"
"Princess Aria too—what brings the two strongest royal mages here?"
"And that woman behind them… who is she…?"
"Is that a constellation robe? A Celestial?!"
But the moment they saw Sohag…
The room trembled.
Not from power—
But because even standing quietly, shyly, awkwardly…
He radiated something indescribable.
Calm.
Warm.
Ancient.
People didn't know how to explain it.
But their instincts screamed:
This is not a normal prince.
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The Emperor Speaks
The emperor rose.
"Sohag. I believe you already know why we summoned—"
But he stopped.
Because behind Sohag, three shadows flickered—
and then materialized.
Aethria, Primordial Shadow.
Seraphiel, Saintess of the Primordial Church.
Velra, Demon Princess.
Every official in the room panicked.
"D-Demon—!"
"Shadow! She's not human!"
"Saintess?! Why are all these powers gathered?!"
"The balance of the continent—!"
Aethria raised a finger.
Silence.
Instant, absolute silence.
Even seasoned generals began sweating.
Seraphiel stepped forward elegantly.
"Your Majesties. Please forgive the intrusion. We are here in peace."
Velra bowed.
"The Demon Realm acknowledges the successor of the Primordial."
The emperor's legs nearly gave out.
But before he could faint—
Another disturbance shook the hall.
Not violent.
Not dangerous.
It was simply…
Soft footsteps.
An elegant figure entered from the side door.
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Lady Elowyn Sylvaris — the High Elf
Slender, ethereal, with hair like liquid emerald and eyes glowing gold. Dressed in ancient elven royal garments, she walked with a grace that commanded respect even from kings.
Freya whispered,
"Another one?!"
Aria rubbed her temples.
"We should just expect one new woman per hour."
Lyriana gave a polite bow.
"She is not here to fight."
Elowyn approached Sohag gently.
And then—
Bowed deeply.
"I greet the destined heir of the Primordial. I am Elowyn Sylvaris, princess of the Eternal Evergreen Court."
The entire throne room gasped.
"The High Elven princess?!"
"She's here too?!"
"Why are all the realms sending their royal daughters to HIM?!"
Sohag took half a step back.
"…I don't know you."
Elowyn smiled softly.
"I know. I came to correct that."
Another woman in love.
Another destined wife.
The emperor looked like he might faint a second time.
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And Then… the Dragon Arrived
A shockwave hit the balcony.
Everyone turned.
A massive gold dragon perched on the railing, its eyes like molten suns.
Freya shouted,
"WHAT NOW?!"
The dragon's body shimmered—
And transformed into a beautiful girl with golden scales on her cheeks, long blonde hair, and slit-pupiled eyes. Her aura was the pressure of a mountain.
She bowed her head toward Sohag.
"I am Dracarys Aurelia, princess of the Golden Dragon Clan."
Aria frowned exhaustedly.
"Let me guess…"
The dragon girl nodded firmly.
"Yes. I too am fated to be his mate."
The emperor sat back down.
The queen sighed softly.
And Sohag simply whispered:
"…I want to go home."
The entire throne room:
"You are home!!"
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Aethria Claims Order
With the room in complete chaos, Aethria finally stepped forward, golden eyes blazing.
"Silence."
Her voice shook the hall.
All talking ceased instantly.
She turned to the emperor.
"We will explain everything. But before that—"
She pointed straight at Sohag.
"Every woman gathered today has been chosen by fate to be part of his divine circle. They are not enemies. They are not here to seize power. They are here for him."
The emperor swallowed.
"W-Why… my son?"
Aethria continued,
"Because he is no longer merely your son."
Seraphiel stepped forward next, placing a gentle hand over her heart.
"He is the future Primordial. And these women… will guard him, support him, love him."
Velra smirked.
"And annihilate anyone who tries to touch a hair on his head."
Lyriana bowed.
"The stars themselves testified it."
Elowyn smiled serenely.
"The forests whispered the same."
Dracarys grinned fiercely.
"And dragons obey destiny."
Freya and Aria exchanged looks.
Freya muttered,
"We… really are part of this, aren't we?"
Aria nodded.
"It appears inevitable."
Sohag's face was bright red as he whispered:
"…I just want breakfast…"
Half the room fainted from the sheer adorable contrast.
Aethria sighed.
"As expected of my master."
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A New Crisis Emerges
But before the explanations could continue—
A massive tremor rippled through the palace.
An enormous burst of black-and-white divine energy erupted far to the south, visible through the throne room windows.
Lyriana gasped.
"The stars… they're trembling!"
Seraphiel's eyes widened.
"That energy—it's divine, but unstable!"
Velra snarled.
"That aura… it feels hungry."
Aethria's face darkened.
"No… it can't be."
Sohag blinked.
"…What is it?"
Aethria turned slowly toward him.
"Your first enemy."
The entire throne room froze.
Aria whispered,
"A divine enemy… already?"
Aethria nodded grimly.
Another shockwave rolled across the land.
A crack in reality itself widened.
A silhouette slowly emerged.
A woman.
Tall.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
Her aura was chaotic… corrupted… incomplete.
Velra hissed.
"She's not supposed to exist—!"
Aria stepped forward.
"She's… divine. But broken and unstable."
Lyriana whispered,
"That is… a Fallen Celestial."
Sohag blinked.
"…Why is a fallen goddess coming here?"
Aethria looked directly at him.
"Because she wants you, Master."
Sohag:
"…No."
Aethria:
"She wants your power."
Sohag:
"…Still no."
But Velra shook her head.
"No, Sohag… I think she wants YOU."
Freya sighed.
"Can we go back to before all this started?"
Aria nodded.
"Yes. That was a simpler time."
Lyriana smiled faintly.
"He's extremely popular across the cosmos."
Seraphiel whispered,
"Of course he is…"
The fallen celestial stepped fully into the world—
Eyes glowing with madness and longing.
And smiled directly at Sohag.
"I found you… my destined one."
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