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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 74 – The Empire in Chaos

The throne room of the Imperial Palace was in turmoil. It was past midnight, yet the grand hall was filled with the most powerful nobles, high-ranking officials, and military leaders of the empire. A suffocating silence followed the messenger's trembling voice as he finished delivering the most shocking news of the century.

"The woman Leonhardt abandoned the empire for… is the Night's Queen."

The emperor sat on his golden throne, his face unreadable, but his knuckles were white from the force of his grip on the armrest. The entire empire had already been shaken when the Grand Duke's heir chose to forsake his title, but this revelation sent waves of terror through the highest ranks of the aristocracy.

The nobles stared at each other, fear flashing in their eyes.

The Night's Queen.

A name shrouded in mystery and fear. A demigod, the future ruler of the heavens, the daughter of the Sun God himself.

It was not just her title or divine lineage that struck terror into their hearts—it was her power. The tales spoke of a woman who could command the night, move the stars, and erase entire armies with a mere whisper.

And now, that very woman had declared the traitor of the empire as hers.

A duke stood abruptly, slamming his palm onto the marble table. His voice was sharp with rage and disbelief.

"Your Majesty! How can we allow this?! A mere woman dares to claim the Grand Duke's son as her own—!"

But before he could finish his sentence, his knees buckled.

A crushing force pressed down upon the throne room, an invisible weight suffocating everyone present. The chandelier overhead trembled, casting flickering shadows across the chamber.

The weaker nobles fell first, their faces pale as they collapsed to the floor. The knights and generals gritted their teeth, but even they were forced to kneel.

The emperor clenched his jaw, feeling an overwhelming divine pressure unlike anything he had ever encountered before. Even the weight of a god's presence had never been this suffocating.

A voice—ethereal, cold, and absolute.

"Leonhardt Valerian Everhart is mine."

The voice rang through the empire, through the kingdom, through the entire continent. It was a declaration, a command, an undeniable truth.

The nobles shuddered. The emperor's face twisted in fury, yet his body refused to disobey. Even the Grand Duke—one of the strongest warriors alive—was forced to lower his head, his pride as a warrior fighting against the instinctual submission that overtook him.

At that moment, everyone in the world—kings, emperors, knights, commoners, even the wandering merchants—bowed.

Not out of reverence. Not out of devotion.

But because their bodies simply could not resist.

It was divine suppression—the authority of one who stood above all.

The Night's Queen had spoken, and the world had no choice but to listen.