The ride back to the clan estate was long, but the three of us spent it in quiet intimacy — stolen kisses, gentle touches, and whispered promises of what I would do to them once we were truly alone again.
The SSS-rank Cursed Gate of Valthor had fallen.
And the real story of my rise had only just begun.
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The explosion of divine energy from the shattering Core was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
It hit me like a second sun igniting inside my chest. Raw, primordial power — the accumulated suffering, hunger, and stolen divinity of centuries — flooded my meridians, my soul, and every fiber of my being. My Hades' Eyes burned with black and crimson flames as the god-heart's essence merged with my bloodline. Visions slammed into my mind in an unrelenting torrent.
I saw everything.
The true origins of the SSS-rank Cursed Gate.
