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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 18: A Silent War

The moon hung high above the world, a silent witness to the countless struggles unfolding beneath its cold light.

Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis stood atop an obsidian tower, overlooking a kingdom that did not belong to her—yet still bowed to her rule in whispers and shadows. The streets were empty at this hour, the people locked within their homes, unaware that the Queen of the Night watched over them with eyes that saw far beyond the mere mortal plane.

The temple bells in the distance chimed softly, signaling the changing of the celestial hour. Aetheria did not move. She was not here to admire the night or to revel in the worship she received from those who both feared and revered her.

She was here for one purpose.

The magic in the air trembled as she raised a single hand, her slender fingers weaving an invisible pattern against the vast sky. The stars above flickered in response, bending to her will, as ancient power surged through her veins.

A door formed before her—a rift in space, shimmering like liquid silver.

This was no ordinary portal. It was a passage crafted with the very essence of the celestial realm, something only she could create.

Aetheria stepped forward, the dark fabric of her robes barely making a sound as she passed through the portal and into the unknown.

The Forbidden Archives.

A place hidden from gods and mortals alike. A place where history was not written but preserved—the unfiltered truth of the world, untainted by the passage of time.

Aetheria had spent centuries searching for knowledge in this place. And yet, no matter how deep she ventured, no matter how many tomes she uncovered, the answer still eluded her.

She knew the seal was not just any divine lock. It was something far older, something beyond even the will of the gods.

And that was what made it so dangerous.

Her fingers traced over the ancient symbols carved into the walls, her violet eyes narrowing as she studied them. She had to find the missing piece.

A sudden shift in the air made her freeze.

Someone—something—was here.

Aetheria turned sharply, her aura flaring with power, ready to strike down any fool who dared to interrupt her search.

Something lurking just beyond the veil of reality, watching. Waiting.

Aetheria's grip tightened on the hilt of her blade.

"Show yourself," she commanded, her voice low, sharp, regal. A voice that had made kings kneel and gods hesitate.

Her breath caught, her entire body going still.

The seal prevented all contact. It severed their connection, their bond. There was no way—

Aetheria's mind raced. If he had found a way to reach out, even for a fleeting second, then—

He was growing stronger.

A slow, knowing smile curled at the edges of her lips.

The gods could shackle them, the world could try to keep them apart, but it would not last.

Aetheria turned back to the archives, a new fire burning in her eyes.

But so was the seal.