Thadric blew his trumpet.
Silence.
No sound emerged. No echo. Yet from that void, a massive creature appeared—its body covered with blinking eyes.
Watcher Paus.
It wasn't Thadric who summoned it.
It was... Marva.
"Only the Blue Dragon can summon and control ancient beasts. The strongest Astral, shaped like an animal," Thadric muttered.
"Yes," Marva replied. Her eyes glowed faintly—blue and strange. "I'm the Blue Dragon you speak of. Now you know… so what will you do with me? Arrest me? Like that old Hellseer bastard did?"
A faint smile crept across Thadric's lips.
"You're still too careless. No wonder that old man caught you so easily."
Deugh.
Marva froze. Her face went pale. Her body trembled as she realized…
…the man before her was no longer Thadric.
It was Enver.
---
"What are you hiding from me, Huria?"
Enver stepped forward, slow, heavy, unstoppable. His voice cracked like stone under pressure.
Marva—or Huria—staggered back. One step. Two. Her breath quickened.
"What's your real purpose? Disguising as human, marrying me… for what? Power? Protection? Or... betrayal?"
His voice rose. The wound could no longer be masked.
He wanted to believe.
But wounds... speak louder than forgiveness.
He knew Marva was Huria. Without doubt—from her speech, the way she begged to attend school, how she embraced him during storms of rage, and how she drank the Purificazione elixir without a single reaction.
Marva hadn't reacted—because she was no ordinary human.
"I-I'm not Huria. You've got the wrong person," she whispered.
Enver's smile fractured.
He didn't ask for much.
Just one confession.
"You won't admit it?"
Marva shook her head again.
"I'm not your wife."
But Enver… had never said the name of his wife.
And Marva—had just spoken it.
"…Fine." His voice was cold. "If that's what you want… I won't force you."
He turned away.
"Tell Huria, if she still lives inside you... she is no longer the wife of Enver Eraly."
---
Two days later.
Marva stood on a hill, staring at Enver's house from afar. A magical barrier veiled her.
She held back tears. Her tears… weren't ordinary. If they fell, they could drown a city.
"I need help… but who?"
With her power, Huria located someone still bound to a certain bone.
Urkle. The only Hellseer who might still help her.
---
Elsewhere, in the frozen purifying chamber of Astral creatures, Urkle stood beside Spank.
Suddenly, Roland launched a spell.
Urkle vanished without a sound.
"You worthless creatures," Roland muttered. "Anyone who stands in my way... will be erased."
Spank froze. He searched for Urkle—in vain.
"Now it's your turn."
A spell burned across Spank's back. Heat. Pain.
"When you return, your whole kind will be wiped out. This is punishment for the betrayal one of you dared to commit."
Spank trembled. He ran.
---
Beneath the ice, Roland and his men planted a 528Hz spell.
Their target: Betel Cutter — a shadow puppet artifact from the Earth's core.
If that artifact fell into Roland's hands, humanity… would be finished.
He planned to offer it to the Demon King.
He wasn't afraid of death.
But he feared being poor.
---
In Enver's Prufen.
Enver received gifts from his patients. He approached Xelix.
"What will you give me?" he asked.
Xelix blushed.
"Do I have to?"
"Of course. Every item here is enchanted. Without it… you're no longer human."
"What do you mean?"
"Those who've been purified by Astrals… are half-alive, half-dead. Without this magic… your bodies would be delicacies for high-class Astrals."
Xelix gulped.
"So—make food from that item. See what changes."
Enver turned away.
Ahead, Thadric and Jessel stood.
"So, you two guard doors now?" he scoffed.
"We knew you'd come. Let's talk," said Jessel.
They spoke of the Hellseer trials. And the growing rift between worlds.
"Many Prufen are losing patients," Jessel said.
"That's my problem?"
"Whose else? One Hellseer gone, the others weakened."
Enver smirked.
"You're asking for help from the son of the man you murdered?"
He drew a pistol.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"If I must. You're all... disgusting."
Enver snapped at Thadric before he could speak.
"Silence! Children shouldn't interrupt."
His aura scorched the room.
"Call every Hellseer right now."
"They've vanished."
"What?!"
Enver slammed the table.
Then he grinned.
"I know who's behind it. But... I have conditions."
---
In Roland's Prufen.
Huria and an elf were bound in cursed chains.
Huria opened her eyes.
"Enver…"
The elf whispered softly.
"Don't wake. If they know you're conscious, they'll speed up the ritual."
"What ritual? For the Demon King?"
"More than that. They want to reverse the world. The living… will die. The dead… will become slaves."
"Your bond with that man is broken. You're free now. Do what must be done."
The chains bit deep. Skin tore.
Outside, Spank stood before the gate marked: Prufen.
---
Back in the cage.
"I've lived among humans too long," Huria whispered.
Her body changed. She was no longer fully Astral.
"Just do it. Save what you can," the elf said.
"I… have no one left."
"Me neither," the elf smiled. "My clan is gone. This world is all that remains."
Huria looked at the scales on her body.
She knew.
The time to act… had come.