Rumble....

Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly.

Subtle anger flickered in the depths of his eyes.

"Ughhh… Can you quiet down a bit…? My head… it hurts…"

Luna staggered behind him, her voice unsteady, as if her mind itself was bleeding.

She chuckled weakly, falsely, as blood trickled from her ears. Her hands trembled as she covered them, trying to muffle the noise that didn't come from sound, but from existence itself.

Even she, who had tasted death more times than she could remember, was now gasping. This pain wasn't physical.

It was reality being torn apart inside her.

Something was screaming.

Not out loud, but inside the threads that formed her being.

And then... Darkness.

A crashing silence swallowed her.

The window before them, framed by the laws of causality, shattered with a brittle crack.

Just like her.

Reality collapsed.

For a second, across the sea of infinite realities, even the Great Lords of the Netherworld, the old monarchs seated at the edge of multiversal boundary, rose from their chairs.

Their expressions turned grim.

Because they had just witnessed something unfathomable.

A micro-universe, nestled close to theirs, was about to brush against their outer edge, and then it vanished.

Shattered.

Like a mirror flicked out of existence.

And just as suddenly, it reformed... As if someone pressed rewind on the cosmos.

It took less than a moment, yet it was enough to make all four Lords unleash their divine perception, seeking its source.

Lately, things had been strange.

One of the Four Supreme Factions had nearly been obliterated, crushed beneath the heel of some untraceable outsider. And now this?

Just how many monsters lived inside that tiny, hidden universe?

They didn't know.

Couldn't know.

But the answer was singular.

One...

_____

Three billion years ago, Archean Eon.

Earth.

A world unborn.

Splash—!

Two dark silhouettes pierced through the heavens, crashing into a sea that stretched endlessly, swallowing the horizon.

There was no land.

No forests.

No cities.

No gods to witness.

Only water.

Endless water...

A vast primeval ocean, black as ink, reflecting a twisted sky that bled orange, purple, and green, as if the heavens themselves were still learning how to paint.

The Sun stared dim, a young and restless star, its warmth veiled by choking layers of methane and carbon dioxide. The air was filled with poison; oxygen was barely present, hidden in the depths, sealed in oceanic vaults where no breath had ever stirred.

Above, lightning fell, not blue, but hues of crimson blood veins and violet serpants lashing across the sky.

Boom—!

A titanic volcano, anchored to a floating proto-island of scorched stone, detonated with such force that if time had fast-forwarded, it would have erased an entire modern province from China.

The sound didn't echo.

There was nothing to carry it.

No ears to hear.

No trees to rustle.

No birds to flee.

No gods to weep.

Only silence... and fire.

Ash spiraled upward, dancing in slow motion against the gravity of a world still deciding its laws. Molten rock rained from the heavens like a cursed baptism.

Above this chaos, the Moon stood massive, far closer than today, its pale surface scarring the tides with a gravitational pull so violent it birthed whirlpools the size of mountains.

And just then...

The sky split again.

Not with thunder.

Not with lightning.

But with reality tearing, like the skin of the cosmos was being peeled away.

From that wound in the firmament, two figures fell, not bound by time or physics, splashing into the abyssal sea below like ink drops falling into oblivion.

Their presence did not belong to this world.

They were anomalies in a timeline that had yet to know life.

The waters hissed.

Not because of heat.

But because something forbidden had arrived too early.

Something that would shape the fabric of history... yet wasn't supposed to exist at all.

Beneath the surface…

Gluughh…

A wall of soundless water swallowed the world whole.

Down, down… into the black belly of the primordial sea, two figures descended like forgotten stars.

One of them, a man, floated with his eyes closed, arms gently outstretched as if he were sleeping. His long black hair waved like silk in the current, dancing around his otherworldly divine face. He looked untouched by the silence above, as if he belonged to a world deeper than gods, and even drowning respected his presence.

His breathing had long ceased.

Yet his body refused to die.

He did not resist.

He simply… sank, as though surrendering to the weight of eternity itself.

And just nearby

Another shiloutte.

Her skin shimmered like moonlit pearl, pale and soft, barely clothed, if at all, her body plump and wickedly curved, sculpted not by modesty but by temptation itself.

Long strands of black hair floated like serpents through the water, framing her form like a halo of shadows.

Her eyes glowed crimson, sultry and wild, wide with panic.

Her lips, red like spilt wine, full and trembling, parted in silence, trying to scream, to speak.

But no voice came.

Only bubbles. Tiny orbs of desperation that escaped her throat.

She kicked her legs, arms moving through the thick water, diving deeper with frantic grace.

Toward him.

Toward the man who was already vanishing into the black.

And the moment she reached him....

Her fingers, trembling, grazed his chest.

Boom!

A ripple pulsed outward.

Not of water.

But of memory.

A shockwave of frozen time.

The ocean around them twisted, the colors drained, and somewhere far above, stars flickered in patterns not yet written.

She clutched him tightly, wrapping herself around his sinking frame, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Her body shook.

Her lips brushed his cheek, not a kiss, but just a desperate plea.

Her mouth opened again and again, "Hhh... hhh!", gulping water, not air.

She shook him, red eyes wide with panic.

There'd been an accident, something catastrophic...

But she couldn't understand what.

And right now, she didn't care.

She hugged him tighter, fists clenched into his soaked robes.

Then, she kicked her legs.

FWUUSH—!

Her figure rocketed upward, moving through the ocean like a falling star in reverse.

She didn't know what this place was.

Didn't stop to think.

Only held him tighter.

And then... SPLAAASH!

They broke through the surface, water exploding around them in a silver arc.

She gasped, the sky above strange and stained, green clouds, a dim sun, a swollen moon.

Still holding him, she turned.

"There.."

A barren island in the distance.

No life, no sound, just cracked stone floating on boiling tides.

She didn't hesitate.

She swam toward it, heart pounding, arms aching, never once loosening her grip on the man in her arms.

____

Back in 2032 A.D.

Luna stood in silence, staring at the now-empty dark space before her.

Reality had corrected itself.

But what just happened?

What had he done?

The space still buzzed faintly, a trace of energy where time had twisted. Her fingers twitched slightly, unconsciously trying to hold onto something that was no longer there.

Suddenly...

Footsteps.

Figures rushed in.

"Lady!"

It was Yuzuki, her voice sharp, strained.

She limped slightly, one hand pressed to her side. Despite the pain, her eyes scanned the room with urgency.

She looked nearly identical to Luna, same build, same delicate features,.but with short, dark black hair instead of Luna's snowy-white. A body double, once part of a covert cell.

Beside her came Zhao Lian, the once-proud daughter of Asmodeus, now the disgraced and tortured ambassador of the Asian Federation. The fire in her eyes had long dulled into something hollow… yet still burning.

Months ago, both women had encountered Wang Xiao.

Yuzuki, then serving as a Qing Dynasty ambassador's, hiding in plain sight as a sleeper agent.

That encounter had changed everything.

They had been caught, cornered by Wang Xiao and his sister, Wang Xueying.

Now, they were here... As his servants, guarding this gate.

Yuzuki walked with a limp.

Just three days ago, she had crashed into bed alongside Wang Xiao, Luna, and Zhao Lian, though calling it rest would've been a lie.

That man...

He was too cruel.

Dragging all three women into his storm, he had ravaged them for two whole days. It only stopped when he paused, not out of mercy, but because Luna needed to be taught a few things.

Yuzuki didn't complain.

She never had.

She was Luna's shadow.

Which meant she was his servant now, too.

A servant of the servant. A chain deeper than blood.

But while her mind accepted it, her body didn't.

She wasn't Luna... She didn't recover like a reborn phoenix.

Her legs still ached, her insides still sore.

Zhao Lian, on the other hand, already worn and tortured before, had built up a terrifying kind of endurance. One born not from strength, but survival.

Despite the pain that burned in her thighs, Yuzuki's eyes never wavered.

She limped with pride, not shame.

And now, alongside Zhao Lian, she entered the chamber.

Only to find... Luna.

Standing alone, in the dark, bewildered.