Remu crossed her arms, a bitter edge in her voice.
"Your plan is insane... but I kinda like it."
She looked Balgron straight in the eye.
"If wiping out the world ans taking Lucifer with it, I’d say go for it. But that also ans my mom... my friends... they die too. And that’s where I’m out. That’s a deal breaker."
Her tone was calm, but sharp. Clear. Final.
Balgron let out a long breath, scratching his chin like he expected that answer.
"That’s what the other realms are for," he said simply. "You can take them there. There’s more than just this world, you know. Demon Realm, Spirit Realm, Elenor Realm, Arcana Realm, Celestial Realm... and more beyond that."
Remu blinked, caught off guard. "Okay... and? You want to just pack up my mom and friends and throw them into so unknown world?"
"You don’t get it," Balgron said. "They’re not unknown. Not to them. Not really."
Remu frowned. "What do you an?"
Before Balgron could speak, Selene—still dusting herself off from earlier—cracked her neck and stepped forward.
"You really don’t know anything, do you?" she said, almost amused. "You thought this world—this single, crumbling mortal plane—was all there is?"
Remu crossed her arms. "I know enough."
"No," Selene said, stepping forward, her voice low, almost reverent. "You know what they let you know."
She gestured to the ruins around them, then to the sky above, dim and swirling with unnatural clouds. "This place isn’t the only battlefield. It’s just the last one standing."
Remu frowned but didn’t interrupt.
"There are other realms," Selene continued. "Dozens of them. So hidden. So broken. All connected. The Demon Realm, yeah, that one’s real. It’s not just fire and screaming—it’s a full civilization. Warlords, kingdoms, blood laws. Only those with demonic lineage can survive there for long. Then there’s the Spirit Realm, where ti doesn’t move in a straight line. Everything there is mories and echoes and things that forgot they used to be alive. Elenor Realm—beautiful place. Sky cities, floating oceans, creatures made of light. Only accessible if your soul’s been awakened."
She walked a slow circle around Remu, like a teacher explaining a cruel lesson.
"The Arcana Realm is built out of raw magic. Think of it like a library that never ends, where the books can eat you if you’re not careful. Every spell ever cast cos from there. Every curse, every incantation. It’s alive."
Remu blinked. "You’re just listing fantasy novels at this point."
"No," Selene said calmly. "I’m telling you the truth."
She raised a hand, and a ghostly map shimred into view above her palm—six glowing circles orbiting a dark core. Each pulsed with a different color, shape, rhythm.
"The Celestial Realm... yeah, humans call it Heaven, but it’s just one node in a higher plane. Not everyone there has wings. So have no form at all. That realm was built to hold order. Balance. It’s what keeps the other realms from collapsing in on each other."
Remu stared, quiet now.
"And guess what, Remu?" Selene added with a tilt of her head. "Your mother’s not from here."
That made Remu’s breath hitch.
Selene went on. "None of them are. Your mom, your friends’ parents, those witches you think are just powerful humans—they’re not. They ca from these realms. Sent here by the High Concord."
Remu’s brow furrowed. "The what?"
"The supernatural governing body. Overseers of all realms. They don’t interfere often—but two thousand years ago, they did."
Selene paused, her voice growing heavy with mory.
"They called it the Shattering War. Before your ti. Before almost anyone’s ti. Back then, monsters like —Fomorians, Skinwalkers, Drakelings—we weren’t hiding. We ruled parts of the earth. We walked like gods. Humans were barely surviving. But sothing shifted. We got too bold. We broke ancient treaties. And then... the Concord stepped in."
Remu watched her closely. Selene’s eyes, for once, looked distant.
"They sent warriors from all the realms. Armies of angels, demon generals, arcane knights, and spirit channelers. So of them were your ancestors. So are still alive, bound to this world by duty or magic. The war lasted a hundred years."
She held up her hand—showing a long scar that traced from wrist to elbow.
"I fought in it. So did Balgron. We were leaders of the old world. Kings of chaos. We thought we could win."
She lowered her arm.
"But we were wrong."
A flash of mory shimred behind her—burning fields, collapsing mountains, skies torn open by rifts of light and shadow. The sound of screams. Steel against bone. Wings shattering.
"They wiped most of us out. Not just here. Across all the realms. The monsters were nearly extinct. The survivors—us—we went underground. We hid. We waited."
She turned to face Remu directly again.
"And the victors? They stayed. Your mom and the others—they didn’t go ho after the war. They stayed here to make sure we wouldn’t rise again. That was their punishnt. That was their penance. To protect this realm from monsters like , for as long as it took."
Remu’s throat tightened. The world she thought she knew was unraveling fast.
Remu stared at Selene as her final words echoed in the ruined hall.
"And now," Selene said, voice calm but sharp, "we’re done hiding. We want to co back to the world. And to do that... the world has to end, and be reborn."
There was a long silence.
Then Remu burst out laughing. It wasn’t forced—it was real, a low, sharp laugh that cut through the air.
"You really think that’ll work?" she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You monsters got wiped out before. You were crushed. And now you want to try again?"
She looked at both of them.
"What’s changed? What makes you think you’ll win now?"
She stepped forward, still smirking.
"And what about the High Concord? You think they’ll just sit back and watch while you destroy the mortal world again?"
The air grew still.
That’s when Balgron spoke, his voice like stone grinding against stone.
"That... is where you co in."
Remu blinked, her smirk fading.
"With the tethering spell," Balgron continued, his eyes fixed on her, "you can summon them."
"Summon who?" she asked slowly.
"The Fogwalkers."
"Fogwalkers?" Remu repeated, trying to place the na.
Balgron stepped closer, and the shadows seed to move with him.
"Not demons. Not spirits. Not monsters like us. They co from the cracks between realms. The forgotten places. No one commands them. No one controls them. But with the tethering spell... you can bring them here."
Remu’s face twisted in confusion. "And what, they’ll just help you?"
"No," Balgron said. "They don’t help anyone. But they hate order. They hate light. They hate the Concord."
He leaned in, towering over her.
"Even the High Concord can’t deal with them."
Selene’s voice was quieter now, as if rembering sothing.
"They’re living chaos, Remu. They don’t follow rules. They unmake them."
Balgron straightened up.
"With the Fogwalkers here, the Concord won’t be able to act fast enough. While they struggle, we take back the world. Burn it down. Then rebuild it—our way."
Remu stood still, the weight of their words settling on her like cold fog.
And sowhere, far off, thunder rolled again.
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