Sunlight cut through the heavy curtains of the bedroom in thin, golden lines. Olivia stood at the side of the large bed, already dressed, and gently shook both women.
"Wake up. It's already past noon."
Adeline groaned and pulled the blanket higher over her face. Tianya simply opened one eye, expression unreadable, then sat up without a word. Both of them were still bare from the night before. Olivia's gaze lingered for a second before she turned away.
"Get dressed. Food is ready."
A short while later the three of them sat at the dining table. Simple dishes had been laid out — warm bread, roasted meat, and tea. The atmosphere was quieter than the night before, but not awkward. Adeline kept glancing between her mother and her half-sister, still processing everything that had happened.
Tianya was the first to speak after a few bites.
"There is something in the easternmost part of Vaelion," she said calmly. "Something far greater and more divine than anything we have faced so far. An existence that can destroy or create everything it sees. I am not speaking of ordinary outer gods. This is beyond that."
Olivia set her cup down. "Are you certain?"
"I am. The spatial cracks, the endless monsters… they are only symptoms. The true source sits deeper in the easternmost plains. If that thing ever fully wakes or moves, neither the East nor the West will remain."
Adeline frowned. "Then why hasn't it acted yet?"
Tianya looked at her. "Because something is still restraining it. Or because it is waiting. Either way, we cannot ignore it."
The conversation continued in low, serious tones until the meal ended.
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**Some months later…**
The 11th Raid of the East had pushed farther than any previous campaign. Under the joint leadership of Alexander Vane and Vanya Aether, the East Horizon guild had occupied the entire middle-eastern plains and roughly a quarter of the central-eastern plains. The results were not as complete as the planners had hoped, but almost every stretch of land that once belonged to humans outside the most dangerous zones had been reclaimed.
Inside a temporary command tent near the front, Alexander and Vanya stood over a large map.
Alexander tapped a section still marked in red. "The remaining central zones and everything past them are still too unstable. The moment we get solid information about the easternmost plains, we move. Until then, we hold and fortify."
Vanya nodded, arms crossed. A thin trail of smoke rose from the black cigar between her fingers.
Alexander glanced at her. "You look tired. You should take a real break."
She exhaled slowly. "I'm fine like always. Don't worry."
Alexander studied her for a moment. "You're level 59 now. That's no small thing. I was going to throw a celebration for it, but you already refused."
"I did."
He hesitated, then spoke more carefully. "There's something else. There's a marriage proposal for you. From the governor of the West Alliance."
Vanya's eyes locked onto his. The stare was so deep and cold that Alexander felt a brief chill. For a second it looked as if she might refuse outright or worse. Then the intensity faded. She took another pull from the cigar.
"I just need more time," she said. "When I'm ready, I'll marry someone."
Alexander nodded. "Madam Gunjan also insists you should get married… or at least have a relationship with a living being."
Vanya was silent for a few seconds. Finally she gave a short nod. "Fine. Arrange the date."
"He's a good man," Alexander added. "I checked."
She didn't answer. She simply turned back to the map, smoke curling around her face.
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Days later, the massive gates of the Great Wall of East and West began to open with a deep, resonant groan. The sound carried across the western plains like a declaration.
Crowds had already gathered for miles. Civilians, families of soldiers, merchants, and officials filled every available space. Flags of the East Horizon guild waved above the throng. When the first columns of the returning army appeared armored vehicles, flux-powered aircraft, lines of weary but upright hunters and warriors the cheers rose in a single, deafening wave.
Alexander Vane stood on the lead armored vehicle, golden fur cloak moving in the wind. He raised one hand and waved to the people of the West. The response was immediate. Voices shouted his name, flowers and small gifts were thrown toward the convoy, and children were lifted onto shoulders so they could see the guild master who had brought so many of their people home.
Vanya rode in the second vehicle, expression unreadable behind her cigar, but even she could not completely ignore the roar of the crowd. For the first time in years, the West felt a genuine sense of victory.
Nearly sixty percent of the eastern lands had been returned to human control. The army was coming home. A new era had begun one of reclamation, fragile hope, and the heavy knowledge that the true easternmost danger still waited beyond the horizon.