Arthur grinned. "Oh?"
His Eyes of Wrath glowed, and then he laughed. Not just any laugh, but one like a god, like a king, like someone who had never bowed to anything.
He stepped forward, and Heaven took a step back.
For the first time in eternity, the Judges of Heaven hesitated.
They weren't beings that felt fear, nor were they swayed by emotion. They were the law itself.
As Arthur took a step forward, his Eyes of Wrath blazing, he felt something new.
The lack of control.
No matter how huge the sky was or how powerful it seemed—Heaven couldn't judge him.
that meant
They didn't belong there.
The tribunal shook. The golden pillars quivered.
The sky above twisted and distorted, as if reality itself was trying to cope with his presence. Athena grabbed Arthur's sleeve. "Arthur…" Her voice was soft. Scared.
She could sense it too.
The Higher Realms were pushing them away.
Not like they were intruders or criminals, but like they were something that should've never been there at all.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust throbbed. "This place is scared of us." Liam, with his golden Eyes of Pride narrowed, replied, "No." He turned to the Judges, watching them closely. "They're scared of him."
The Four Judges of Heaven stood still.
Their once-mighty presence now wavered, as if their very existence had been rattled.
The judgment had already been set.
The world had made its call. Still, the cosmic laws that were supposed to suppress any resistance were failing.
No chains could restrain him.
No fate could contain him.
No rule could pin him down.
that meant
Heaven itself had no verdict.
To judge something, it had to fit within the system.
But Arthur? He was outside of it.
He didn't belong to their reality, their law, or their judgment.
And if something couldn't be judged
It couldn't be punished.
Arthur smirked. "Guess that means we're free to go." The Judges stayed silent. They had no response.
Ariella had been a divine envoy for thousands of years.
She'd seen wars that lit up the heavens and witnessed kings and gods pleading for mercy from the tribunal.
Entire civilizations had been wiped out for lesser offenses.
And yet
When she looked at this guy, standing in front of the highest court in existence, laughing in the face of divine law, she realized something terrifying.
Heaven couldn't erase him. It couldn't destroy him.
To erase something, it had to belong to the system first. And Arthur didn't belong.
The Judges finally spoke again, but their voices were shaky. "You… don't belong here." Their words hesitated. "You weren't meant to exist." Arthur smirked again. "Oh? So what are you gonna do about it?" Silence hung in the air. Then a single command rang out. "Leave."
The tribunal shook.
The golden gates swung open again, revealing a wide expanse beyond
A passage to the highest level of the Upper Realms. A place only gods could enter.
The Judges' voices trembled. "You can go."
Ariella gasped. "What?" The Judges, who were once the final word on fate, were now telling them to leave.
Not as prisoners. Not as punks. Not as intruders. But as something they couldn't even wrap their heads around.
And that
It was more terrifying than death itself.
It meant they'd encountered something beyond Heaven's control.
The only thing the system could do was kick it out.
Arthur chuckled. "That's it?" His Eyes of Wrath flickered, making the tribunal tremble again. "I thought you were supposed to be the supreme power here."
The Judges had no answer.
They couldn't.
Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Guess that means we win."
He turned away from Heaven's highest court and walked off.
Liam followed, his golden aura shimmering.
Amelia shot a wink at the still dazed Ariella.
Camila, without a word, closed her book and stepped forward.
Athena hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and joined them.
And just like that
They walked away.
Not as captives.
Not as winners.
Not fitting into any mold the Judges could think of.
And when the golden gates closed behind them, the tribunal stayed quiet.
The Four Judges of Heaven didn't speak again.
Because despite all their wisdom
They had no idea how to explain what had happened.
The golden halls stretched out in front of them, leading to a place that shouldn't have been reachable by ordinary people.
Arthur sauntered ahead, hands in his pockets.
Athena let out a breath. "That was…"
She didn't finish her thought.
Amelia grinned. "Wow, I loved that."
Liam's golden eyes narrowed.
"We're not finished yet."
Camila shut her book. "No, we're not."
Arthur chuckled.
"Alright."
He raised his hand, staring at it, like he was feeling something fresh.
Something bigger.
Something exciting.
"Let's see what else heaven has in store for us."
They stepped into a new world.
A world beyond the gods.
A world that wasn't meant for them.
And heaven would soon come to regret it.
The Higher Realms weren't made for regular folks.
They stretched endlessly, stitched together by concepts instead of physical matter.
Laws weren't enforced, they had a life of their own.
Time didn't tick by, it just was.
Power wasn't something you had, it was something you owed.
This was a realm of gods and monsters.
And somewhere in this vast world
The Moon Clan waited.
One of the Four Great Clans of the Upper Realms.
A shadow from history, a clan that had perfected the arts of hiding, gathering info, and trickery.
If the Dark Clans were on the move, if the balance of heaven was shifting
The Moon Clan would already be in the loop.
So, for the first time since arriving in the Higher Realms, Arthur and his crew had a target.
Now, they just needed to track them down.
Ariella sat in silence.
They had left the tribunal, but she still felt its impact.
The Judges
Beings who had governed heaven forever, had done the unthinkable.
They let them go.
Not because they wanted to.
But because they had no alternative.
Arthur had shattered something that was thought to be unbreakable.
And now, as they wandered through the vast golden city, Ariella felt a sickness creeping into her soul.
Not from hatred.
Not from fear.
But from a chilling realization.
She had brought them here.
Something that didn't belong in heaven had followed her in.
And now
She owed them.
Which meant
She had to help them.
Arthur smirked at her.
"So, spill it," he said casually. "You've been around here for a bit, right?"
Ariella hesitated. "...Yeah."
"Great," he said. "Then you should know where to find the Moon Clan."
Ariella's breath caught.
The Moon Clan.
They were one of the Four Great Clans of the Upper Realms.
Not because they were the toughest.
Not because they were the oldest.
Not because everyone was afraid of them.
But because they were everywhere.
nowhere at all.
The Moon Clan didn't make themselves known unless they felt like it.
Ariella's voice was low.
"…The Moon Clan doesn't just show up."
Liam crossed his arms. "Then we'll just have to force them."
Ariella shook her head. "It doesn't work that way."
Arthur's Eyes of Wrath flickered. "Then how does it work?"
Ariella paused.
And then, she laid it all out for them.
The Four Great Clans of the Higher Realms
"The Moon Clan isn't like the rest," Ariella explained.
She looked toward the golden horizon, where four big symbols blazed in the sky.
The Four Great Clans.
The ones who had ruled this place for eons.
The Moon Clan had never chased power.
Not openly. They didn't need to.
The Four Great Clans were as follows:
- The Sun Clan – They held all the power, ruling over celestial energy like total bosses.
- The Abyss Clan – Masters of destruction, bending gravity, voids, and black holes to their will.
- The Eternal Clan – They figured out the secrets of immortality, basically going beyond death itself.
- And finally—The Moon Clan.
They weren't warriors, kings, or conquerors. Instead, they were the ones who knew everything.
They didn't fight wars; they were the ones who kicked them off. They didn't kill enemies; they made them vanish. They weren't chasing power because power always belonged to those who had the truth.
Ariella turned to Arthur, her eyes giving him a serious vibe. "If you want to find the Moon Clan," she said softly, "you need to get this."
Arthur smirked. "Yeah?"
Ariella's voice dropped. "You don't find them." Her fists clenched. "They find you."
The golden city stretched out before them. Massive palaces, sky bridges, endless rivers of celestial energy
The kind of place you'd expect gods to hang out.
But even in this divine empire, even with all that power around, Arthur felt them.
Eyes.
Watching him.
Studying, calculating.
The Moon Clan already knew they were there because that's just how they rolled.
Arthur grinned. "Oh? They're watching?"
"Of course they are," Liam said with a sigh.
Amelia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking. "Then let's make this easy."
Arthur's Eyes of Wrath flared up. He glanced up at the sky and called out, "Alright, you little shadows. Come and get us."
The moment he spoke
The city flickered.
Silence hung in the air for a heartbeat.
Everything went dark.
The golden light of the Higher Realms disappeared. The streets, the buildings, the people, all gone.
Arthur and his crew found themselves in a never-ending void, surrounded by moonlight and whispers.
A voice floated through the darkness. "You called?"
A figure appeared, draped in flowing black robes with a mask made of silver moonlight hiding their face. More shapes followed, moving silently, slipping between realities. The Moon Clan had shown up.
A presence unlike anything Arthur had ever experienced weighed down on them. Not power. Not strength. Not divine law. But knowledge.
It felt like these beings already knew all about them, who they were, what they'd done, and what they were going to do.
And that was scarier than any fight.
Arthur grinned. "Took you long enough."
The masked figure chuckled. "You wanted to find us? Then let's talk."
And with that, the real game was on.
Everything around them was dead silent. Not just quiet, but completely void of sound.
No streets, no buildings, no celestial bridges of the Upper Realms, nothing but an endless stretch of silver moonlight, shifting like a mirage.
At the center? The Moon Clan. Figures in black and silver surrounded them, faces covered by masks made of pure moonlight.
There was no killing intent, no aggressive vibes. But that was what made them so unsettling. This wasn't a battlefield; it was a stage, and the Moon Clan had already scripted the whole thing.
One figure stepped forward. Unlike the others, they weren't hiding their face behind a mask. Instead, it was obscured by a swirling veil of darkness and starlight.
"Arthur Vela."
The voice didn't sound like a man or a woman, young or old. It just… was.
Arthur grinned. "Oh? You know my name?
The veiled figure tilted their head and said, "Of course." Then, they turned to the rest of the group. "Liam from the Sun Clan. Camila, Goddess of Time.
Amelia, the Vessel of Lust. And Athena, the one who shouldn't exist." Their silver eyes sparkled with mischief. "You all have really stirred the pot, haven't you?"
Arthur's smirk didn't fade, but the atmosphere got heavier. The Moon Clan didn't guess or make assumptions; they just knew. Camila's golden Eyes of Time whirled furiously.
She had read countless books, but she had never come across someone whose existence messed with time itself. Amelia crossed her arms, her Eyes of Lust shimmering. "So what? You impressed?"
The veiled figure chuckled. "Impressed? No. We're worried."
Athena flinched. "Worried?"
The silver-eyed figure nodded.
"You're not meant to be here," they said, shifting their gaze to Arthur.
"Especially you."
And suddenly, Arthur got it.
This wasn't about power, the war with the Dark Clans, or their past actions.
It was about who they were.
"After all, you've already gone against the heavens once," the veiled figure continued nonchalantly, gesturing toward the Upper Realms.
"Your very existence has rewritten laws that shouldn't ever be broken. You've changed fate." They looked up at the sky. "And heaven is lost on what to do with you."
Arthur grinned, "Oh? So maybe heaven isn't as smart as it thinks."
The Moon Clan stayed silent, just watching.