Outside the rented Celestial Order field office in Seoul, the very air shimmered with tension. A storm was gathering—one of words, wills, and looming war. This wasn't just a meeting; it was the convergence of three titanic forces. And the world was watching.
Helicopters circled above. News drones hovered silently, feeding a live broadcast that spread across the globe. From the small guilds in Busan to titanic powerhouses in Russia, Germany, Japan, and even the Silver Halo Guild in the Philippines—eyes locked on Seoul. What they witnessed was not a skirmish… but a global chessboard taking shape.
Standing at the center were three men—leaders of factions so powerful, they reshaped fate with every decision.
Christoff Erickson, Supreme Leader of the Celestial Order, stood tall in silver-trimmed white, his psychic aura coiling like a dormant god. Beside him, Naiomi Sasaki, Vice Leader, looked colder than deep space. The other core members—Martin Saunders, Roger Wilson, and Hestia Roseberg—each emanated a pressure that even the cameras couldn't mask.
Facing them, calm yet lethal, was Valentin Roux, Leader of Étoile Sanglante, the most powerful guild in France. A hybrid psychic whose aura was silence made manifest. Crimson scarf fluttering, he stood like a verdict waiting to fall.
And across from him, bearing the darkness like a crown, stood Ried Stone, the Leader of the Dark Triad, flanked by death incarnate: Kim Hwan, Mae Lou, and the cackling Twin Crows, Dao and Yao.
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Christoff Erickson: (His voice smooth, but commanding) "You've crossed borders and stirred nations, Roux. For a boy. Why?"
Valentin Roux: (eyes narrowing) "You don't know what you're protecting, Christoff. That boy… Rover Cheon… He might be the key to salvation. Or the end of the world."
Naiomi Sasaki: (gravity rippling behind her) "You speak of apocalypse like you understand balance. We watched over him when no one else would."
Valentin Roux: (deadpan) "And that… may have been your greatest mistake."
Ried Stone: (smirking, stepping forward) "You're not the only one who sees the cracks in the future, Roux. But you've always been too obsessed with answers."
Roger Wilson: (fire dances along his knuckles) "You think you scare us? Step one foot toward Rover and I'll turn your bones to dust."
Martin Saunders: (voice like grinding iron) "We protect our own. Whether he's an SSS-rank or the devil himself."
Hestia Roseberg: (calm but piercing) "We were there when he bled. Where were you when the towers fell?"
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Behind Ried, his monsters stirred.
Kim Hwan: (eyes wild) "Why are we even here? Say the word, Ried. Let's end this."
Ried Stone: (raising a hand calmly) "Not yet. You'll know soon."
Mae Lou: (smiling lazily) "So many heroes. So many graves waiting to be dug."
Dao: (laughing) "Can we go now? I brought my sharpest knives!"
Yao: (grinning) "I already picked my target. I hope she screams."
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Members of Étoile Sanglante stood behind Valentin, cloaked in crimson and indigo. One masked agent whispered:
Etoile Agent: (in French) "Even the sky holds its breath."
Valentin Roux: (taking a final step forward) "He doesn't belong to you, Erickson. You're too blind to see it… but even fate shudders at his potential."
Christoff Erickson: (a soft psychic pulse ripples outward) "You speak of fate like you're beyond it. But if you threaten the boy again… I'll show you the mind's final frontier."
Valentin turned, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Valentin Roux: (to both factions) "Then I suppose we'll meet there, someday. But don't blink… because it's already coming."
He walked away as though nothing had happened. But every awakened being within fifty miles knew: something had changed.
Ried Stone: (muttering to Christoff as Valentin vanished) "You've kept him hidden. But now the world is watching. And this is just the beginning."
The broadcast ended.
But the war… had just begun.
To be continue...