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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 16: Whispers of the Moon

The world had given her many names. The Ruler of Night. The Moon's Queen. The Sun God's One and Only Daughter. The Night's Queen.

But none of these names could define her.

Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis stood atop a floating island, high above the clouds, where no mortal could ever set foot. The air was thin, the wind sharp, yet she remained unmoving, gazing into the endless expanse of the night sky. The stars trembled in her presence, as if bowing to their ruler.

She had not moved from this place in hours. No, days. Time no longer held meaning to her, not when every moment she spent here was another moment lost in the pursuit of the impossible.

Even now, as the world below slumbered, she could feel it—unyielding, immovable, an invisible force that bound him beyond reach. She had tried everything. Ancient spells, celestial invocations, forgotten rituals that only the gods themselves had once known. And still, nothing.

Aetheria's violet eyes, filled with the silver of the moon and the golden traces of the sun, reflected frustration.

Is this truly beyond me?

She had torn apart realms for answers. Burned through the knowledge of those who once called themselves gods. Stood at the precipice of forbidden power. And yet, she remained trapped in the same, cruel reality.

Her fingers twitched. A mere movement, and the sky darkened. The stars flickered, the air trembled, and for a moment, the world itself seemed to hold its breath. The sheer force of her will twisted the space around her, bending it to her command.

And then, just as suddenly, she released it.

The world resumed its rhythm. The stars continued to shine.

This isn't enough.

She turned away from the edge of the floating island, walking through the ethereal structures of a forgotten civilization. These ruins belonged to those who had once worshiped her. An ancient race lost to time, who had understood what the world could not—that the Night's Queen was no mere daughter of the Sun God, no mere ruler of the moon.

She was balance. She was judgment.

And soon, she would be destruction.

Aetheria lifted her gaze toward the distant horizon, toward the lands she could not yet reach. She could not see him, but she knew he was there. She knew that somewhere, beyond the barriers of this cruel world, he was fighting as well.

She did not need proof. She did not need signs. She simply knew.

Their struggle was the same. Their resolve, unshaken.

The Night's Queen closed her eyes, allowing the cold air to bite at her skin. The world feared her. They revered her. Some worshiped her in blind faith, believing she was their salvation. Others trembled, knowing that should they stray too far into darkness, it would be her they would answer to.

None knew the weight she bore. None knew the silent war she waged in the shadows, hidden from the eyes of gods and men alike.

Aetheria exhaled, watching as the wind carried away her breath like mist in the night.

And when the time came, when the seal finally shattered, when he was finally free—

The world would remember why they had feared the Queen of the Night.