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With the defeat of the Temporals and the Dark Ferals Empire, the entire Polaris Domain had now fallen under the rule of the Prime Empire.

Yet, they didn't stop there.

For some reason, the Prime Empire's massive forces waged war on the Xenia Domain.

While it could have been coincidental—given their expansion into other nearby galaxies—the sheer intensity of their assault on Xenia was overwhelming.

It seemed almost deliberate, as if someone had orchestrated this campaign with a calculated purpose. After all, Xenia was the very domain that had once driven their Emperor away with force.

Regardless of the reasons, all eleven Empires had united, continuing the war against this rising force, which now joined by the Celestials from the central region of the Primal Realm surprisingly.
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So the odds are clearly against them.

Even Tiamat Academy wasn't spared from the conflict. As an institution under the Xenon Empire, it held high-level powerhouses.

The teachers, though reluctant, were ordered to join the war by the Emperor, while students were granted leave during this chaotic time. A handful of senior students volunteered to fight on behalf of their academy, but their numbers remained few, as most lacked the experience of true life-and-death combat.

The Degaro Family, too, couldn't remain idle. With the war escalating at such a rapid pace, it was only a matter of time before they were inevitably drawn into the conflict.

They had no choice but to send some of their brethren to show their presence on the battlefield.

But today, news so shocking arrived that a tense silence spread throughout the High-Rise Manor atop the mountain peak.

Today, they learned the true name of Emperor Zytherion—the mastermind behind the assault on the Xenia Domain.

Aengus Degaro.

The name echoed through the halls, accompanied by an artistic painting brought in secret from the Prime Empire.

The man in the painting was none other than Aengus Degaro, the first son of Augustus Degaro, the current head of their household.

Outside, the mountain top remained serene—a bright sun cast its golden glow, and soft, colorful petals drifted lazily in the wind.

Yet, despite the peaceful scenery, their minds were in turmoil, unable to quell the chaos stirring within them.

In one of the hall:

Augustus Degaro, his old father Adamus Degaro, and few more middle men and women stood in solemn silence.

Aeon and Irina, the two talented heirs, stood beside their mother, Eleanora.

Their expressions were difficult to decipher. While Aeon remained silent, and Irina's gaze was unreadable, Eleanora's emotions were unmistakable. Tears welled in her eyes, overflowing with pride as she gazed at the image of her son—a strong, authoritative ruler of worlds.

The second child of Augustus, an 16-year-old young man, with black hair, sat in stunned silence. He could hardly believe that his once-useless elder brother had risen to such an unfathomable height, far beyond his reach.

The youngest of the three, Aengus' little sister, stared at the painting with admiration, her heart swelling with both pride and longing.

She was a strikingly beautiful girl, her golden-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her gentle temperament shining through her bright, thoughtful eyes.

"Maybe we got the wrong news?"

A middle-aged man finally broke the silence, though his tone lacked confidence.

Augustus turned to his younger brother, his gaze filled with disbelief, as if questioning his intelligence.

"No, it's all true, big brother," a woman interjected, her voice brimming with certainty.

She was Aengus' aunt, a master of Darkness Law, an expert in illusions and mind manipulation.

"If that's the case, shouldn't we be celebrating?" another member of the household spoke up. "One of our own has ascended to such heights. It's a matter of great pride for our family."

Aengus' aunt chuckled coldly. "Indeed, it would have been—if only the great men of this house had treated him well." Her words dripped with mockery. "Otherwise, why would one of our own wage war against us?"

"Watch your tone, little sister," Augustus warned, his voice dangerously low.

"Hmph..." His sister sneered but chose not to press further.

"Calm down, all of you."

Adamus Degaro spoke with authority, his strict tone demanding silence. "What has happened is unfortunate, but regardless, he is one of our own. Blood is thicker than water. We will send him an apology and invite him to return to the family. If he still holds even a sliver of familial love, he will have no reason to refuse."

His voice echoed throughout the grand hall, filling the minds of those present with vivid imaginings of the future.

"Well said, Grandfather. Big Brother should come back to us and fulfill his filial duty," Aeon added as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Indeed. We share the same blood, after all," his uncle chimed in. "The boy is still young at heart, holding onto such petty grudges. Just let his mother speak to him—he will surely return."

The gathered family members murmured in agreement, excitement bubbling in their expressions.

With Aengus' power backing them, their household could rise to imperial status, free to do as they pleased.

Riding on Aengus' coattails, they would no longer need to bow before other Emperors.

At that time, those so-called rulers would kneel at their feet, begging for mercy.

How satisfying that would be?

"Sister-in-law, why are you silent?" Aengus' aunt asked.

Augustus and everyone else turned their gaze to Eleanora, expecting her to comply with their wishes.

Eleanora replied sharply, "I will do no such thing, Augustus. After all those years of suffering, how could I show my face in front of him? And that too, just to beg for all of you shameless people? Impossible."

"Eleanora!" Augustus was enraged at her blatant defiance.

Irina clutched her mother's clothes, afraid.

But their uncle smirked. "Why? Do you want to leave this house, Sister-in-law?" he threatened.

Ignoring his taunts, Augustus was already on his way to teach Eleanora a lesson.

Eleanora closed her eyes, expecting a slap across her face.

But surprisingly, the expected slap never came.

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