Ömer Jin Hoo turns his back on the spot where Oblivor vanished, not saying a word The purple aura around him is no longer an explosion of power; it vibrates like a natural part of the universe Neroth is the first to movemWithout receiving a single order, he kneels.
Then Clairael...
Antaios...
Baran...
Vidal...
Ignarion...
Morvath...
Then the shadow marshals...
Then the generals...
And finally, the shadow soldiers numbering in the millions The dark sky resembles an endless sea of kneeling shadows The sound of weapons striking the ground echoes throughout the entire star system.
A single voice rises:
"WE ARE AT YOUR COMMAND, TRUE ANCIENT KING."
Neroth speaks, his head bowed.
"My King... the Dark Monarch has been eradicated."
There is a brief silence.
"Is it all over?"
This question is not just Neroth's, but the entire army's Ömer does not answer He lifts his head and gazes at the stars The galaxies that were once torn apart by war have now reformed Yet, there is no peace in Ömer's eyes It is as if he senses something.
Ömer speaks slowly.
"No..."
Silence.
"This was only the beginning."
The entire shadow army recoils.
Just then...
The first crack forms in the fabric of space.
Then the second.
The third.
Then hundreds.
Then thousands.
Black mana begins to pour out from every fissure It is layers heavier than the mana of a normal Monarch In fact, for the first time, Neroth and the other marshals feel such an oppressive power Some of the weaker shadow soldiers begin to dissipate solely due to this aura Ömer's infinite mana instantly reforms them Meanwhile the largest fissure slowly widens From within a massive shadow silhouette with eight wings emerges.
The black spear in its hand radiates mana so dense it bends space itself.
No one can move.
Antaios takes a defensive stance by reflex Clairael draws her daggers. For the first time, Neroth acts with caution Ömer takes a single step forward He does not make the slightest preparation for battle He speaks with a cold expression.
"Lower your weapons."
The entire army obeys the order.
Then, Ömer looks at that shadow.
"It has been a long time, First Marshal of the Ancient King Moros."
The entire army is astonished The giant creature stares at Ömer for a few seconds.
Then...
The unexpected happens.
It folds its eight wings.
It kneels
Sillon did not hesitate.
He struck his right fist against his chest.
"This life...This power...This army...Belongs to the True Ancient King for eternity I offer my loyalty to my new Master."
Ömer slowly turned his head.
A few meters away, Xu Liangchen lay on the ground Though he had survived his severe injuries he had still not regained consciousness His armor was shattered and his body was covered in countless wounds.
The battle he had fought for him had completely exhausted his body
Ömer walked over to him silently.
"…"
There was no regret…
Nor any expression of victory…
Only a deep silence…
Then he slowly raised his right hand.
"Neroth."
From the shadows, the enormous black-armored marshal stepped forward.
He knelt and bowed his head.
"Your command, my King."
"Heal him."
A single sentence…
Yet this order would be enough to rewrite a life.
"As you command."
Neroth placed his palm on Xu Liangchen's chest Intense purple mana began flowing into his body.
CRACK…
Broken bones realigned Crushed organs regenerated in seconds Torn muscles and blood vessels reconnected Even his shattered mana core began to restore itself The deadly wounds that should have taken minutes to kill him completely disappeared in just a few seconds Xu Liangchen was now alive However he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Ömer stood up.
"When he wakes up, he'll be so exhausted he won't remember anything."
Neroth bowed his head.
"Understood."
Ömer reached into empty space with his right hand Purple mana spreading from his fingertips began tearing the fabric of space.
A thin line…
Then a larger rift…
And within a few seconds, a massive purple portal opened On the other side of the portal, the sky of the human world was visible City lights…Ambulance sirens…
And modern buildings rising in the distance…
Ömer looked at the portal "Neroth."
"Yes, my King."
"Leave him among the humans."
"Where?"
"In front of a hospital."
Neroth was surprised.
"My King… Do you want me to reveal his identity?"
Ömer shook his head.
"No."
"It's enough for them to know he's alive They don't need to understand why."
Neroth bowed with deep respect.
"As you command."
The giant marshal carefully lifted Xu Liangchen in his arms Then he stepped through the portal The portal remained open for a few seconds Then…
It slowly closed.
The Hydra Constellation fell silent once again Ömer took a deep breath He then raised both hands toward the sky This time the purple mana bent not just space but reality itself.
Shadows spread in every direction The void trembled A massive black rift formed in the middle of space But this was not a portal.
It was something else entirely.
A new world that seemed infinite…
Its sky was covered with dark clouds tinged with purple The ground consisted of black stone Endless shadow forests stretching to the horizon…
Mana rivers…
Crystal mountains…
And giant creatures born from the shadows…
This was the pocket dimension created by Ömer Jin Hoo The New Shadow Kingdom.
Ömer took his first step.
Behind him, with Neroth absent, Clairael stepped forward.
Then Antaios…
Morvath…
Ignarion…
Baran…
Vidal…
And behind them, billions of shadow soldiers stretching into infinity… They all silently followed their new king After a walk that lasted several minutes, a massive structure appeared on the horizon.
At first it looked like nothing more than a dark silhouette But as they approached, the details emerged Huge walls built from black obsidian stone…
Towers piercing the sky…
Arches adorned with dragon statues…
Windows glowing with purple crystals…
And a magnificent gothic castle rising as if it ruled over the entire shadow realm…
Clairael smiled faintly.
"I think we've finally found a palace worthy of our King."
Antaios crossed his arms.
"Hmph…"
"If we had built it, it would have been even more majestic."
Baran laughed.
"You've started arguing again, as usual."
Vidal shrugged.
"At least this time you're not trying to kill each other."
Clairael rolled her eyes.
"Not yet."
Antaios replied with a mocking smile.
"We can start right now if you want."
Sparks were already flying between the two marshals again.
At that exact moment…
Ömer spoke without even turning around.
"It looks like an interesting place. Which one of you came here before me?"
One sentence…
But the entire pocket dimension fell silent.
The two marshals bowed their heads at the same time.
"My King, we have a guess."
Ömer continued walking toward the castle with heavy steps His purple cloak fluttered in the wind as his eyes turned to the stars in the sky He remained silent for a while.
Then he spoke in a low but resolute voice.
"Today, only one war has ended If you think we've earned peace, you're mistaken There is still one final wall we must overcome."
The marshals listened attentively.
Ömer stopped.
He slowly turned around.
His purple eyes swept across his entire army one by one.
"Soon Not just the fate of this universe…But the fate of all reality will be decided in the war to come."
No one could speak As Ömer uttered his final sentence, his voice echoed throughout the entire pocket dimension.
"And the enemy we will face in that war…will be the Absolute God himself."
A moment of silence…
Then billions of shadow soldiers knelt at once The sound of their weapons striking the ground filled the entire pocket dimension.
"AS YOU COMMAND, MY KING!"
This roar echoed not only within the castle walls But across the entire infinite shadow realm.