In the grand pce hall, nestled within the high tower''s secret chamber, a gathering of individuals sat around arge, round table, their eyes fixed upon a magical crystal that projected a holographic map of the continent before them.


    Fourteen figures, cloaked in shadow and silence, watched solemnly as the unfolding events of the war yed out before their eyes.


    "Kingdom of Usra, The Free City of Polynesia, and the Union Federation—three countries lost in just the first two months since this war began," murmured a bearded man, his voice heavy with despair.


    "Do we really have no hope left?" another voice interjected, tinged with desperation.


    Laughter, bitter and hollow, rippled through the chamber. "If we had any hope, the gods above would''ve intervened on our behalf long ago," a voice scoffed.


    "But angels dide down…" someone countered, their tone hopeful yet tinged with uncertainty.


    Though the mention of angels briefly sparked a glimmer of optimism, the reality of their situation quickly overshadowed any fleeting hope. Despite the celestial intervention, the onught of demons continued unabated,ying waste to neighboring countries with merciless efficiency.


    In the dim light of the chamber, the faces of the gathered individuals were etched with worry and resignation. Each passing day brought new reports of devastation and loss, each victory against the demonsing at a heavy price.


    As they watched the holographic map flicker and shift, revealing the relentless advance of the enemy forces, the weight of their collective burden pressed down upon them like a suffocating nket.


    In the face of overwhelming odds, they knew that their only recourse was to stand together, to strategize, and to fight for the survival of their empire. But whether their efforts would be enough to stem the tide of darkness remained to be seen.


    Everything that was happening right now happened 2 days since Queen Mavis had been safely returned to the empire, a brief respite before the storm of chaos descended upon thend.


    In an onught that defiedprehension, an unfathomable horde of demons poured forth from the north,unching a devastating assault on the neighboring countries.


    The free kingdoms, unbound by allegiance to any empire, were the first to fall, their defenses crumbling in the face of the relentless onught.


    Even the western countries, renowned for their military prowess and formidable fortifications, proved no match for the corrupted miasma that surrounded the demons, choking the life from everything it touched.


    In this dark hour, not even the dragons, revered as the guardians of bnce in the world, could stem the tide of destruction.


    Though they fought valiantly, their efforts were futile against the overwhelming numbers of their demonic adversaries. It was as if the very fabric of reality itself had been rent asunder, allowing the demons to swarm unchecked across thend.


    As the chaos unfolded, the nature''s strongest allies—the elves, the dwarves, and the other denizens of the natural world—found themselves faced with an impossible choice. With the bnce of the world teetering on the brink of copse, they could ill afford to risk a futile battle against the high-ranking demons that led the invasion.


    Instead, they chose to rally beneath the banner of their dragon lords, seeking guidance and protection in the face of the encroaching darkness.


    With a heavy sigh, the emperor surveyed the faces gathered around him, each one a grim testament to the dire state of their world.


    Haggard and worn, with dark circles etched beneath weary eyes, they represented thest bastions of power in their respective countries.


    Yet despite their collective wisdom and authority, they found themselves at a loss for a n of action in the face of the unfolding crisis.


    Each person present bore the weight of their own nation''s fate upon their shoulders, but fear and indecision gripped them like a vice, paralyzing their ability to act.


    What could they hope to achieve against the relentless tide of demonic onught that threatened to consume them all?


    Their predicament was a bitter reminder of the consequences of their past mistakes.


    The decision to iste their countries behind imprable barriers, in a misguided attempt to protect themselves from the looming threat, had only served to hasten their downfall.


    If only they had acted sooner, if only they had unified humanity in the face of the impending doom, perhaps they could have stood a chance against the encroaching darkness.


    But now, as they grappled with the harsh reality of their situation, they could onlyment the opportunities lost and the roads not taken.


    The hero they had ced their faith in was gone, vanished into the mists of legend, leaving them to face their fate alone.


    And as the demons amassed their forces in the north, their countries stood on the brink of annihtion, saved from total destruction only by the presence of the archangels stationed within their borders—a fragile barrier against the relentless tide of evil that threatened to engulf them all.


    "What''s the situation with the Holy Kingdom?"


    "They are remaining quiet, your majesty."


    "I see."


    Ever since this demonic invasion happened on all fronts, the Holy Kingdom has been the quietest of all the powerhouses in the world. Although their borders did get attacked by the demons, they remained steadfast with the least number of damages.


    "What about the confirmation of the hero''s death?"


    "The Holy Kingdom has yet to confirm it as well, your majesty."


    Suddenly, a man mmed his fists into the round table.


    "Those bastards! We know and it''s already so obvious that the hero''s dead, and yet they don''t confirm it… it would be safe to assume the saintess is also dead, right?"


    Frustration boiled over as one of the council members mmed his fist against the round table in exasperation. Theck of confirmation from the Holy Kingdom was not only baffling but also deeply troubling. In the face of overwhelming evidence, their refusal to acknowledge the hero''s death raised suspicions and cast doubt on their motives.


    The emperor''s advisors exchanged wary nces, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate nature of their current predicament. Under normal circumstances, such disregard for internationalmunication would have sparked diplomatic tensions. But with the world teetering on the brink of destruction, there was little room for diplomatic niceties.


    "In the end, should we just wait for our end toe?" One man mumbled, his words echoing in the hushed chamber.


    The room fell silent, each person lost in their own thoughts. It was a question that had lingered in the back of their minds ever since the massive-scale invasion began. Despite their considerable power and influence, they found themselves helpless in the face of the relentless demonic onught.


    The truth was undeniable: none of them could effectivelybat the demons. Despite their strength and abilities, the demons wielded a power that seemed to defy conventional methods of warfare. Their corrupted miasma twisted the very fabric of reality, rendering even the mightiest warriors powerless against its influence.


    In the face of such overwhelming odds, the idea of simply waiting for their inevitable demise seemed almost tempting. After all, what hope did they have against an enemy that could dictate the terms of battle with such impunity?


    ….


    As my eyes fluttered open, the scene before me was both familiar and surreal. "Aunt?" I mumbled, trying to discern the crow-like figure standing before me.


    "You''re awake," she replied softly.


    "Yes," I confirmed, slowly pushing myself into a sitting position. My gaze shifted to the side, and I was further taken aback by the sight. There sat Aunt, cradling my sister in her arms, the doll-like figure twitching slightly as she regarded me with her lifeless eyes. Behind them stood Loki, his youthful demeanor and mischievous grin unchanged.


    "Yo," he greeted, his energy infectious as always.


    "How long was I out?" I inquired, still trying to process the situation.


    "Hmm, about a month at most," Loki answered with a casual shrug. "A lot has happened since then, Adrian. Because of your orders regarding the demonic princess, which you didn''t consult us about, the world is even more messed up right now! HAHAHAHA."


    "What exactly happened?" I asked, a sense of foreboding creeping over me.


    "A war... a great war has unfolded," Loki exined, hisughter fading as he spoke. "Even the goddess is making her moves, though the beings she''s sent so far are mere pawns. It won''t be long before the climax of this holy war begins."


    "I see," I acknowledged, though I had already heard my other self-muttering about the war I apparently started. I can safely assume now that he was referring to the current state of affairs here huh.


    "What about Elena?"


    "Haha, even though the world has turned to shit, your priority is always your girl, huh? That''s why I like you," Loki remarked, snapping his fingers to reveal a holographic image of Elena bound and tied to a chain.


    Seeing her in such a vulnerable state ignited a surge of anger within me. "Elena..."


    "Don''t worry, Adrian. Elena is fine. For better or worse, it seems the goddess doesn''t want to escte things into an all-out war yet," Aunt reassured me.


    I sighed in relief, thankful that she was still alive, at least for now.


    "What about the others?" I inquired, concern for my loved ones weighing heavily on my mind.


    "Hmm, because of the urgency of the situation, things have gotten a bit chaotic. But your other lovers are currently under my protection," Loki dered proudly, snapping his fingers once more to reveal a live video feed of my girlfriends.


    There they were, resting peacefully together. Louise was nestled in Aria''s embrace, while Anay nearby, sleeping peacefully on her own. Seeing them safe brought a measure offort amidst the chaos that surrounded us.


    "Right now, they are in a constant dream world of their dreams, and trust me, those two blondies in particr have some pretty kinky dreams! Hahaha," Loki remarked,ughing.


    "They''ve been asleep for weeks now ever since this holy war started, but don''t worry, they are being constantly fed with my energy," Aunt said gently, her voice a soothing presence amidst the turmoil.


    "But wouldn''t your divinity be poison for them?" I asked, concerncing my words. Even if Aunt held back, she was still a being above the mortal world. Taking energy from such a source could prove fatal.


    "You don''t have to worry about that. Who do you think I am? In our family, I''m the only one who can walk freely within the mortal world without causing much harm, you know? And besides, Mother has blessed all of them, making it easier for me to give them energy," Aunt reassured me.


    I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling reassured by her words.


    "Adrian... How do you feel?" Sis asked, breaking her silence as she gently floated closer, her hand resting on my chest.


    I smiled at her, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment wash over me. "I feel alive."


    Right now, this beating ck heart inside of me is the real me... Haah... I can feel it in the itch of my skin, this power, this energy, this was truly me.


    "Adrian, are you hungry?" Sis''s gentle voice interrupted my thoughts.


    "Yes," I replied, feeling the gnawing hunger in the pit of my stomach. It was like a bottomless pit, a craving that seemed insatiable.


    Sis then opened a ck portal near me.


    "Did you prepare something?" I inquired, curious about what awaited me on the other side.


    "Yes," she confirmed, her tone calm and reassuring.


    As I slowly rose to my feet, a single step forward caused the ground beneath me to break. Confusion washed over me, but Loki''s exmation drew my attention. "Wow~! Even your physical strength increased! Just how dense is your body right now, Adrian?"


    "Be careful, Ian... Right now, your strength is dangerous," Aunt warned, her concern evident in her voice.


    "Yeah..." I acknowledged, realizing the potential danger my newfound strength posed, especially to those around me. It would take some time before I could safely interact with the girls again. Despite my longing to see them, it was a risk I couldn''t afford to take.


    With cautious steps, I made my way towards the portal, curiosity nagging at me since I woke up.


    "By the way, where is Mom?" I asked, wondering about her whereabouts given the current circumstances it should be easy for her to incarnate into the mortal world now….


    "She''s waiting," Aunt replied cryptically when I asked about Mom''s whereabouts.


    "Waiting?" I echoed, puzzled by her response.


    "Yes, don''t worry about it for now. Step into the portal; you look really hungry right now," Aunt urged, diverting my attention away from further questions.


    Hungry indeed, I obediently stepped into the portal. As I crossed the threshold, a wave of relief washed over me, and the scenery around me changed drastically. My eyes widened in surprise at the sight before me.


    Enclosed within a birdcage-like prison were a group of winged beings, their forms tattered and broken. Despite their dire circumstances, a gentle aura of light surrounded them, a testament to their angelic nature.


    "Angels?" I gasped, shocked by the realization of who they were. How many had Aunt and the others captured?


    As I cautiously approached, the attention of the captive angels shifted towards me.


    Panic spread among them at the sight of my arrival.


    "Monster!" They all screamed in horror, their voices echoing in the enclosed space. At first, I was taken aback by their reaction, but as I nced at my reflection in a nearby puddle, I finally understood their terror.


    My appearance was no longer the familiar face I once knew. Instead, it was a grotesque visage of darkness, with no discernible form except for the countless eyes staring back at me and a menacing set of razor-sharp teeth. I had truly be a monster.