The universe was quiet now. Not just the kind of quiet after a war—this was something deeper. Heavier. Like the stars themselves were holding their breath.
The three Absolute Monarchs had fallen.
People didn't just whisper the name "Celestial Monarch Faction" anymore. They remembered it. Like a brand burned into the mind. Like something too big to ignore. Kaelor, Joshua, Mael—each of them giants in their own right—and yet, in the end, reduced to echoes by the faction that stood above everything.
Aurora stood at the heart of Virelia, watching the skies. Her eyes weren't cold—they didn't need to be. She wasn't angry. She wasn't even proud.
She was patient.
Plans moved. Orders were given. Signals were sent out across the star systems—calm, direct, absolute. The Celestial Monarch Faction had claimed the throne of power in the cosmos, and now… the universe was responding.
Planets moved. Literally.
