[Abyssal - Demon Emperor’s throne Hall.]
The air in the cavernous throne room was so saturated with corrupted energy that it visibly warped the light. Against this oppressive, suffocating darkness, the audacity of the intruders was almost blinding.
"No need to get angry, Demon Emperor, we are simply here for partnership." The first Lord, Dracula, said with a smile. Her expression was perfectly relaxed, completely unbothered by the fact that she was standing at ground zero of the continent’s most concentrated demonic anomaly.
"Partnership? And why would I partner with you abominations!!" Vassago asked coldly, and added: his voice rumbling like grinding tectonic plates. Even to the architect of the demon hordes, the twisted, taboo-wielding fanatics of the Devil Cult were a perverse blight upon the natural order of Galaxy Fall.
"Although I am sealed in the Abyssal, I can still move freely and leave this castle! Do you three think you can defeat in my own world?!" He asked with killing Intent. The divine golden chains anchoring him to the obsidian throne sparked violently as he leaned forward, releasing a wave of raw, unfiltered malice that cracked the stone floor beneath their feet.
Hearing his words, the two behind Dracula shifted, ready to attack or defend. The faceless man’s cloak billowed with void-like energy, while the white-haired girl’s dead eyes locked onto the towering emperor, their Level 500 auras silently flaring to counter the crushing pressure.
"You won’t attack us, because." Dracula smirked at the demon emperor: her confidence absolute, ard with a secret that possessed more destructive potential than any legendary spell.
"We know the way to undo this seal."
"...?!"
Vassago and his five elite guards were stunned. The absolute impossibility of the claim temporarily short-circuited the killing intent in the room. This wasn’t a re spell; it was a cosmic lock ordained by the world itself.
"Yes! This seal locked you down here and restricted your cultivation, due to this, none of your elites can reach Lv500, they can only stop at Lv490! But without the seal." She remained silent, letting the aning of her word sink in.
The Abyssal was a localized dead-zone for progression. The Emperor knew all too well the agonizing frustration of watching his greatest generals hit an invisible, impenetrable level cap, forever denied the God-tier status required to conquer the surface world.
Vassago stared at her for so seconds, and pointed a claw at her: "This seal is known as the Ten Sun Triangle Heavenly Formation! It has the powers to draw the power of the ten great suns... How do you plan to destroy it?" He asked.
The Sun family were legendary, even in Galaxy Fall, they have controls of not only powerful skill scrolls, weapons, formation, and fighters, they also have dungeons, which were specifically created by the patriarch... intricate, isolated pocket dinsions overflowing with hoarded relics, god-grade weaponry, and skills that could warp reality itself. And this Ten Sun Triangle Heavenly Formation was created with the blood of all the Sun family combined, without any Sun family, no one, not even gods could undo the seal. It was an absolute biological and magical lock that required the genetic key of a lineage that had been completely wiped out.
"Hehehehe..." Dracula laughed. The sound was lodic but deeply chilling, echoing off the bone-lined walls.
"Why are you laughing?" Vassago asked with a frown: his demonic pride irritated by her flippant attitude in the face of his eternal imprisonnt.
"I apologize for laughing, you just don’t know... Anyway, the person you’re after, her title is Spectral, while her na is... Mirabella Sun, she is the last mber of the Sun family... With her blood, I can fully destroy this seal."
"What?!! You’re saying that Girl is the last of the Sun family?!!" Vassago exclaid in disbelief. The revelation struck him with the force of a physical blow. The phantom assassin that had bled his forces dry was the heir to the very magic binding him.
"Impossible, the Intel we got state that Mirabella is from Earth!! How can she be from the Sun family, who are amongst the Giants of Galaxy Fall?!!" The Succubus Queen yelled in disbelief, her intelligence network shattered by this impossible contradiction. The dinsional boundary between the brutal, system-governed reality of Galaxy Fall and the mundane realm of Earth was virtually impassable.
Dracula stared at her, dismissing the second elite guard’s ignorance with a glance, then turned to Vassago: "You must rember Genevieve."
The demon emperor froze: "How can I forget such a powerful mage. Not only did she wiped out 70% of my army with a single spell back then, she was one of the main leading figures who set up this barrier." He answered, looking up at Dracula. The phantom mory of Genevieve’s apocalyptic energy signature still burned in his scars; she was a walking calamity who defied the standard limitations of the world.
"Correct, Genevieve was so powerful that rumors spread out that she broke the bottleneck of a Lv500 All-bloodlines... Let tell you a very important secret." Dracula snapped her fingers, and a throne appeared behind her, and without hesitation, she sat down, crossing her legs. The conjured seat was made of pure, crystallized dark matter, a casual display of her own terrifying mastery over reality.
"Genevieve didn’t die after the formation was completed."
"What?"
Vassago was shocked again, the Formation was created with the life force of its casters, how did Genevieve escape such a thing? The world chanics were absolute: an ultimate sacrifice spell demanded a soul as paynt. Surviving it was a mathematical impossibility.
"Then where is she?"
"Of course, after the whole family was lost in that battle, she and so mbers, who aren’t related to the Sun family by blood, moved to the Dragon Empire, and created a new clan known as Sunrise Clan."
"Sunrise Clan? I haven’t heard of such a clan before." Vassago sat down, his anger completely forgotten. The political lore of the human empires was rarely a concern to him, but this specific gap in his knowledge was a blind spot the Devil Cult was masterfully exploiting.
"That’s mainly because Genevieve fell in love with a man from the Dragon Empire... Although she is very powerful, the marriage wasn’t accepted by the King, then sothing lead to another and the Sunrise Clan was wiped out by the royal family..." Dracula said, perfectly hiding details, or she clearly doesn’t know what mainly happened. The treacherous, paranoid politics of the human royalty had done the demon’s work for them, eradicating the remnants of their greatest threat out of sheer fear of her power.
"The union she has with that man, lead to her being pregnant... But she was injured after the Sunrise Clan was wiped out, and due to the urge to protect her child, she used all her strength, and vanished from Galaxy Fall, going to the world we know as Earth, and lived a peaceful life with her daughter, completely powerless..." Dracula shook her head lightly: marveling at the tragic irony. A being capable of shattering armies had reduced herself to a mortal simply to buy her child a few years of peace.
"Due to her decision, she lost the mories of her life in Galaxy Fall, and also lost all her powers... Even with everything that happened in the past, and her decision to hide her daughter, Fate still brought her back to Galaxy Fall, to reclaim all her family glory... Demon Emperor, Let ask you a question, How powerful do you think Mirabella will get if she acquires everything belonging to the Sun family? Will the three Empires combine be able to stop her?"
The question hung in the dense air of the throne room, toxic and heavy. The implications were staggering. If the anomaly known as Mirabella unlocked the sealed dungeons and the mythical legacy of the Sun family, the balance of power wouldn’t just shift—it would be completely annihilated.
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