The throne room was still vibrating with leftover divine energy.
Dust floated in glowing currents.
The marble floor had cracked into celestial patterns.
Half the nobles were unconscious.
The Emperor pretended he hadn't fainted (he absolutely had).
And at the center:
Sohag, still glowing slightly, stood frozen in shock.
Elyndra, the newly-restored celestial maiden, knelt with serene devotion.
The rest of the harem stared at the scene with varying degrees of jealousy, awe, and emotional trauma.
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The Emperor Clears His Throat
"Ahem."
A weak, shaky, absolutely terrified "ahem."
"I… I believe we should discuss what just happened."
Freya pinched the bridge of her nose. "Father. Something happens EVERY day now."
Aria nods. "This is merely the new normal."
The Emperor slumped. "…I hate the new normal."
The Queen revived long enough to whisper: "Sohag, dear, how many girls is this now?"
Sohag hid behind Aria like a shy baby bunny.
"Not my fault…"
Dracarys chuckled. "He says that, but legendary beings keep falling from the sky for him."
Seraphiel folded her hands. "Fate is quite direct with him."
Velra smirked. "Destiny is just thirsty."
Aethria: "…Correct."
Lyriana smiled softly. "I find it beautiful."
Elowyn sighed dreamily. "It's poetic."
Elyndra spoke, voice tender and calm. "It is inevitable."
Sohag sweated.
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The Emperor's Horrible Realization
The Emperor rubbed his temples.
"So… we currently have—"
He pointed at them one by one.
"—a demon princess."
Velra bowed mockingly. "At your service."
"—a celestial archangel."
Seraphiel smiled. "A pleasure."
"—a high elf saintess."
Elowyn curtsied. "Honor to the empire."
"—a dragon princess."
Dracarys flicked her tail. "Rawr."
"—a star goddess' daughter."
Lyriana winked. "I shine only for Sohag."
"—a yandere murder machine."
Aethria narrowed her eyes. "…Say that again."
The Emperor coughed nervously and skipped to the next.
"—my two daughters."
Freya grinned. "We're the sane ones here."
Aria raised a brow. "…Speak for yourself."
"—and NOW a restored Fallen Celestial."
Elyndra placed a hand over her heart. "I am reborn for Sohag."
The Emperor collapsed into his throne.
"This is too much for any empire!"
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The Primordial Revelation
Suddenly—
A gentle hum echoed through the room.
A small sphere of pure white light manifested beside Sohag.
A voice—calm, ancient, absolute—filled the hall.
"Balance adjusts itself around my successor."
Everyone fell silent.
The Primordial God, Nox Aeternum, had arrived again.
Not in physical form—
but through a projection of cosmic authority.
The Emperor trembled before the presence.
"G-Grand Primordial… M-May I ask—why is this happening to the boy?"
The light pulsed softly.
"Sohag was born with the Divine Core of Convergence."
Aethria froze.
Lyriana gasped.
Seraphiel bowed in awe.
Velra's eyes widened.
Elowyn covered her mouth.
Dracarys stiffened.
Elyndra lowered her head.
Aria and Freya exchanged confused glances.
Sohag:
"…What does that mean?"
The Primordial explained gently.
"It means every being whose fate can harmonize with yours… will be drawn to you."
A pause.
"Love is merely the shape that harmony chooses."
The throne room broke into chaos.
Freya: "So he's basically a cosmic love magnet?!"
Aria: "…Unfair."
Velra: "I knew it."
Seraphiel: "This explains everything."
Lyriana: "A beautiful fate."
Dracarys: "Convenient."
Elowyn: "A blessing."
Elyndra: "…Destiny."
Aethria: "Mine."
Sohag: "…I hate this."
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The Emperor Asks the Important Question
The Emperor raised a hand weakly.
"So… this will keep happening?"
The Primordial pulsed.
"Until the Twelve are gathered."
Freya stared at Sohag. "Twelve?! HOW MANY IS THAT?"
Aria calmly answered. "Three more."
Freya slapped her own face. "THREE MORE?!"
The Emperor fainted again.
The Queen pretended she didn't see him.
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Elyndra's Claim
Elyndra rose gracefully, her restored wings glowing.
"If Sohag bears the Core of Convergence…
Then I am one of the fated ones."
She stepped closer to him.
Her aura was soft, warm, radiant.
Elyndra placed her hand over her heart.
"I pledge myself—
mind, soul, body—
to the Primordial Successor."
Sohag blushed so hard he nearly passed out.
Freya groaned. "Another loyal fanatic. Great."
Aria sighed. "At least she's polite."
Velra leaned in. "Hey Elyndra, what do you think of group cuddles?"
Elyndra blushed.
Seraphiel cleared her throat violently.
Lyriana pretended not to hear.
Aethria stared death at Velra.
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The Emperor's Decision
Finally regaining some dignity, the Emperor stood.
"Sohag."
Sohag peeked out from behind Aethria.
"Yes?"
"You will attend the Imperial Academy next month."
Sohag blinked. "…Why?"
The Emperor's voice cracked.
"Because maybe—JUST MAYBE—school will calm things down!"
Silence.
Then twelve women collectively responded:
"No, it won't."
Sohag:
"I don't want to go…"
The Emperor clutched his chest.
"You're going."
Sohag sulked.
Aethria patted his head. "I will protect you."
Velra grinned. "I'm enrolling too."
Lyriana smiled. "So am I."
Seraphiel nodded. "Of course."
Elowyn clasped her hands. "I will follow."
Dracarys smirked. "Academy life will be fun."
Freya grabbed her sword. "We're coming."
Aria sighed. "…Naturally."
Elyndra bowed. "I stay with Sohag always."
The Emperor's soul left his body.
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The March of Twelve Begins
The Primordial God's light dimmed.
"Prepare yourselves.
The remaining three will appear soon.
And the Academy…
will be where destiny converges."
The light vanished.
Leaving the throne room in stunned silence.
Sohag stared at the ceiling.
"…I just wanted a quiet life."
Aethria hugged him from behind.
"You lost that the moment you were born."
Velra leaned in. "Don't worry. We'll make noise together."
Seraphiel coughed. "In moderation."
Elowyn smiled. "In harmony."
Dracarys snorted flames. "In chaos!"
Lyriana giggled. "In starlight."
Freya thumped his back. "In battle."
Aria touched his cheek. "In calm."
Elyndra whispered. "In eternity."
Sohag blushed into unconsciousness.
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