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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 19: The Unseen Chains

The moon's silver glow cascaded over the land, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the quiet world. Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis stood at the highest peak of an abandoned temple, the cold wind caressing her luminous silver-white hair as she stared at the heavens.

Tonight, the stars whispered secrets only she could hear.

The celestial power within her pulsed in response, as if echoing a distant call. The remnants of his voice—his presence—still lingered within her, faint but undeniable.

Aetheria's violet eyes, speckled with the glow of a thousand distant suns, gleamed with something dark, something obsessive.

Even for a fleeting moment, he had called to her.

Her fingers curled slightly, her magic surging in response to the emotions she had long learned to keep hidden. The world did not deserve to see the depth of her resolve, the unwavering certainty in her heart.

For centuries, she had waited. For centuries, she had fought against the unseen shackles that bound them apart.

And now—he was breaking free.

Aetheria let out a slow breath, exhaling mist into the cold night air.

The gods believed themselves untouchable, watching from their thrones in the divine realm, dictating the fate of mortals as if they alone held dominion over existence.

Aetheria was not a pawn on their celestial board.

A force that ruled not by divine will, but by her own.

She descended from the temple in silence, her steps soundless as she moved through the deserted ruins. These lands had long since been abandoned, but their history still whispered to those who knew how to listen.

This place had been burned by divine fire.

The Sun God's wrath had once purged the filth of corruption from these lands, cleansing it in light. But even here, where his flames had raged most fiercely, the shadows of the past still lingered.

Aetheria placed her hand on the cold, ancient stone, her magic seeping into the ruins.

There were forces beyond even the gods, slumbering beneath the fabric of reality, waiting to be awakened. Forces that could—no, would—shatter the chains that bound her and him.

Something stirred beneath her feet.

She closed her eyes, her magic intertwining with the remnants of ancient power buried deep within the temple's ruins.

This would not be enough to break the seal.

But she was getting closer.

Aetheria's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

The gods thought time was on their side.

Time belonged to them.

To her and Leonhardt.

And soon, the world would remember why.