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In the heart of Heaven Realm, silence shattered like glass.
A thunderous voice echoed across the sacred grounds.
"Irin!!"
All eyes turned in shock—Dylan, the infamous King of the Blue Moon Kingdom, had arrived, his black cloak whipping in the divine wind, silver eyes blazing with fury.
He was already at Irin's side, Irin's wrists chained ,Dylan covered his one hand in Irin's shoulder...he summoned sword in his other hand,his expression dark and burning. Without a second word, he raised his sword—Nightfang—a blade humming with dark magic. In one swift strike, he shattered both the glowing celestial chains that bound Irin's delicate hands.
A metallic echo faded into the stunned silence.
Irin, barely conscious, fell weakly into Dylan's chest, her breath shallow, body trembling. Dylan instinctively wrapped her in his arms, shielding her like she was the last flame in a freezing storm.
Her soft voice trembled, "Dylan…you…"
Before she could finish, she fainted in his embrace.
A flicker of panic crossed Dylan's face, but his expression quickly hardened as his glowing gaze locked onto the man standing in the center of the chaos—Xander, dressed regally in his wedding attire, standing tall and cold.
Next to him stood Fiona, her face wet with tears. Her body remained frozen—paralyzed by Xander's magic—unable to move, to scream, to run to her sister.
Xander smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming with vengeance.
"You didn't expect this, did you, Dylan?" he taunted.
"How does it feel… when the one you care about is hurt? Painful, isn't it? I felt far worse—when you threw me into the Great Lava Underworld… like garbage."
Dylan's expression twisted in pain and rage. His voice was cold and sharp.
"I didn't expect you to fall this far, Xander. If you wanted to fight me, then fight me. Not… trap her like a coward."
He turned his gaze to Fiona, who stood trembling.
"If you dare to go this far… then know I'll do the same to you."
Xander stepped in front of Fiona defensively.
"You won't touch her."
But Dylan ignored him. His fury was deeper, darker now.
Raising Irin gently in his arms, he turned to the stunned Heaven Realm crowd.
"For what you did to Irin… every one of you will regret it."
His voice rang with a power that shook the skies.
"From now on, Irin belongs to the Blue Moon Kingdom. She's under my protection. And mark my words—I will never… let you reach the Goddess."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even the Ancestors of the realm whispered in disbelief.
Then Dylan turned, about to vanish with Irin—but a white figure stepped forward.
Ren.
The Heaven Realm's God of Warrior
His brows furrowed.
"I won't allow you to take her."
Dylan gave a dark chuckle.
"Where were you, Ren, when your own brother tortured her?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"You won't stop me."
Ren threw his sacred sword toward Dylan in anger.
With a flick of his hand, Dylan summoned his magic—the sword vanished into thin air, dissolved like mist.
He turned his back, but paused for a final statement.
"How about… I leave you a gift?"
A deadly smile curved his lips. He whispered a forbidden incantation.
Suddenly—a monstrous hurricane formed above the Heaven Realm, a whirlwind of dark storm clouds and chaos. It howled through temples and sacred halls, sending celestial guards flying, shattering glass towers, and ripping apart the calm air.
The Heaven Realm stood still—shocked, speechless, broken.
Holding Irin tightly, Dylan stepped into a black portal.
As the storm roared louder, Xander's voice echoed behind them.
"Dylan!!"
But he was already gone.
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In Mariano's Chamber…
A tall figure entered the shadowed room. An Ancestor of the realm.
"Mariano," he greeted. "Did you see what that demon did? He destroyed the Heaven Realm. That… Dylan… he thinks himself a god."
He scoffed, arrogance in his voice.
"We will rebuild within a week. And if we wish, we can destroy him too. But unlike demons… we follow ethics."
Mariano, calm and unreadable, replied in a low voice.
"What the Heaven Realm is facing now… is not because of Dylan."
The Ancestor frowned.
"It's the result of a sin. A sin from the past. A truth you all buried."
The Ancestor's voice rose in fury, but Mariano stood silently—her eyes cold, but wise.
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In the Blue Moon Kingdom…
Moonlight streamed through velvet curtains as Irin slowly opened her eyes. Her head ached faintly, her limbs still weak. She looked around at the luxurious room—soft silks, moonstone chandeliers, and glowing azure lanterns.
She blinked.
Dylan sat beside her, elbows on his knees, gazing at her with intense concern.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently.
She nodded slowly.
"Where… where am I?"
Dylan smiled faintly.
"You're safe. In the Blue Moon Kingdom."
Irin glanced around again, confused.
"But… this isn't my room…"
Dylan leaned closer, voice lower now.
"That's because… this is my room."
Her cheeks flushed. She gulped.
"Th-thank you for saving me," she whispered.
"I'm just a low-power fairy. You must've… done it out of sympathy."
Her voice faltered, eyes lowering with sadness.
But Dylan leaned in again—lifting her chin gently.
Their eyes met.
For a long moment, he hesitated. But then—he kissed her.
Deep, soft, powerful.
Irin's heart raced—and slowly, she kissed him back, trembling with emotion.
When they pulled apart, Dylan whispered,
"Do you really think I saved you out of sympathy?"
Irin stared into his eyes—there was no cruelty there, only burning, real affection.
She smiled.
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To be continued…
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