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800,000 years ago, the world burned in the war between gods and demons.

At its center stood two beings—Leonhardt, the King of Gods, and Aetheria, the Female Demon Emperor. Bound by fate, torn apart by war, they defied the heavens for a love that should never have existed.

But in the end, they lost.

Betrayed. Sealed away. Forgotten by time itself.

Now, 800,000 years later, the world has changed, yet the echoes of the past remain.

Leonhardt Valerian Everhart, heir to the mightiest Grand Dukedom of the empire, is no ordinary child. Beneath his cold, ruthless exterior lies the soul of the once-supreme King of Gods, reborn with one purpose—to break the seal and reclaim what was lost.

But he is not the only one who remembers.

Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis, daughter of the Sun God and the feared Queen of the Moon and Stars, walks the divine realm as the most powerful demigod. She, too, seeks to break the chains of fate—to reunite with the one she lost.

Neither the gods nor the empire can comprehend the storm that is coming.

The world may have forgotten their names.

But soon, all shall remember.

The Sealed King will rise once more.

And the Night’s Queen will rule by his side.

The Sealed King and the Night’s Queen

Chapter 13: Whispers of the Abyss

The night was calm, yet the air trembled with unseen power. Beneath the vast expanse of the starless sky, hidden deep within a secluded mountain range where no human dared tread, an ancient ruin stood forgotten by time. Massive stone pillars, cracked and eroded by centuries, bore inscriptions that no scholar could decipher, for they belonged to an age lost to history.

In the heart of the ruin, amid a grand chamber where moonlight spilled through a shattered ceiling, a lone figure stood—a girl shrouded in an aura that defied mortal understanding.

Her silvery-white hair, glowing like threads of the celestial moon, cascaded down her back, shifting as though alive, as though responding to an unseen rhythm of power. Her eyes, deep violet with specks of silver, reflected the endless cosmos—cold, regal, and knowing. Yet, despite their icy depth, there was something else within them. A quiet madness. A hunger. A purpose.

She stood before an altar, its surface cracked yet still thrumming with the remnants of ancient power. The air around her pulsed, reacting to her presence, as though the very ruins whispered secrets only she could hear.

The moment her fingertips grazed the stone, the world shifted.

A pulse of energy erupted outward, unseen but felt. The torches around the chamber flared to life with eerie blue flames, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. The inscriptions on the pillars glowed, responding to her presence, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

Her lips curled into a small, knowing smirk.

"Still resisting?" she murmured, her voice as smooth as silk, yet carrying the weight of authority—of one who was born to command.

The altar resisted, as it always did. The seal was not so easily broken.

She closed her eyes, extending her hand further, and the magic around her obeyed. The very air twisted under her will, warping as ancient symbols manifested around her, glowing silver and gold—a fusion of night and sun, of darkness and light.

The seal trembled.

She could feel it. Faint, distant, but there.

The connection between her and the other half.

Her lips parted slightly as she whispered his name—not aloud, not in a way the world could hear, but in the only way that mattered. Through the abyss, through the bond that even the gods could not erase.

For a brief moment, something stirred. A response—distant, fragmented, yet undeniably there. A flicker of heat, of fire.

Then, the altar pulsed violently, rejecting her.

A crack formed on its surface, but the seal remained.

Her fingers tightened, nails digging slightly into the cold stone. Her patience was vast, but even she had limits. 800,000 years.

Her violet eyes gleamed with something dangerous. No matter the cost, no matter the trials, she would tear this seal apart.

She turned away from the altar, letting her long cloak swirl behind her. The moonlight followed her movements, casting an ethereal glow upon the chamber. As she stepped forward, the shadows moved with her, bending to her will.

A whisper brushed against her mind.

She would make them regret ever sealing him away.