Chapter 15: The Supreme Army’s Rise & The Academy’s Invitation

The battlefield had gone silent.

The Bloodfang warriors, once Leon's sworn enemies, now knelt before him.

The war had ended not in complete destruction, but in domination.

Leon's Supreme Path had evolved, his army had doubled in size, and the Abyss itself had acknowledged his presence.

But this was only the beginning.

Because true power wasn't just about winning wars.

It was about keeping what you had conquered.

Leon stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the warriors who had once sworn to destroy him.

"You belong to me now."

Varkos looked up, his crimson eyes filled with something between admiration and frustration. "So what now, Supreme Leader?"

Leon smirked. "Now, we make sure everyone knows exactly who rules this wasteland."

Consolidating Power – Strengthening the Supreme Army

War was easy. Keeping an army in line? That was the real challenge.

Leon knew that the Bloodfang warriors wouldn't simply forget their past loyalties. He needed to turn them from mere soldiers into true followers.

That meant rewarding loyalty and punishing doubt.

Korran, now fully committed to Leon's leadership, stood by his side as they prepared the next steps.

"We need a hierarchy," Korran said. "The Forsaken were never an army—just survivors banded together. That won't work anymore."

Leon nodded. "Agreed. We need structure."

Over the next few days, ranks were established:

Commanders – Trusted warriors who would lead different factions of the Supreme Army.Elite Squads – Specialized fighters trained for assassination, large-scale combat, and defense.Strategists – Advisors who would help with war planning and intelligence gathering.

And at the top of it all—Leon himself.

[Selene]: "Your Supreme Path is aligning with leadership-based dominance. Command efficiency will now increase by 15%."

He smirked. Good. He would need it.

Because his army wasn't going to sit idle.

The Academy Takes Notice – A Summons from the Abyss

Days later, as Leon stood overlooking his growing forces, a messenger arrived.

Not a normal one.

An envoy from the Abyssal Academy.

The figure was cloaked in midnight-black robes, their presence exuding controlled power.

They bowed slightly before speaking. "Leon Valeheart, Supreme Leader of the Forsaken. Your rise has not gone unnoticed."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Took you long enough."

The envoy smirked. "The Abyssal Academy extends an invitation. If you truly seek power, you will find none greater than within our halls."

Korran tensed. "It's a trap."

Karos chuckled. "Or an opportunity."

Leon studied the envoy carefully.

He had expected something like this.

His rise had been too sudden. Too loud.

The Academy was the single greatest institution of power in the Abyss—a place where only the strongest were taught the secrets of true mastery.

But it wasn't just a school.

It was a breeding ground for kings, warlords, and conquerors.

To enter was to challenge the most elite warriors in the realm.

To survive was to gain influence beyond imagination.

And Leon?

He had every intention of doing more than just surviving.

He turned to the envoy, his smirk unwavering. "Fine. Tell them I'm coming."

Meanwhile… Celeste's Journey Begins

Across the multiverse, in a land untouched by the Abyss, Celeste walked forward.

Her heart ached, but her determination burned brighter than ever.

The memories had fully returned.

She remembered everything.

Leon.

Their time together.

The tragedy that tore them apart.

She wouldn't lose him again.

As she stepped through a portal, she whispered, "Wait for me, Leon."

Because no matter where he was—she was coming for him.