Twenty years.
That's how long it had been since Adam vanished.
No warning. No trace. Not a single clue.
Joshua stood at the center of the grand chamber, hands behind his back, his voice calm but heavy.
"It's been twenty years since Adam disappeared… and still, not a word."
The room was silent.
Seated before him were the ones closest to Adam—his blood, his family.
Aurora. Mael. Raphael. Freya. Alfred. Aria.
Yeah, the whole Dhark family was here. And let's be honest, they didn't look like some grieving group anymore. Nah—they had risen. In power. In status. In reputation.
The resources Adam left behind? Insane. Cultivation techniques, rare treasures, artifacts that could flip worlds. The kind of stuff others would go to war for—Adam left them like party favors.
And they used them well.
Fifteen years. That's all it took for them to break past limits and step into the open universe. Not just explorers, not just wanderers.
Absolute Monarchs.
Each and every one of them.
