The sky no longer moved.
Clouds had stopped drifting. Wind no longer whispered. Even the distant stars felt frozen in hesitation, as though the universe itself feared disturbing the silence around the man sitting in the ruins of Heaven.
Aizen Arcime sat alone.
The shattered remains of the Celestial Palace floated like broken bones around him. Marble fragments drifted through space. Cracked divine pillars slowly disintegrated into golden dust. Entire districts had been erased from existence by his Suppressed Black Hole, leaving spherical voids where history itself no longer remembered what once stood there.
He stared downward.
His golden eyes were dim.
For the first time since awakening his memories fully, he was not raging outwardly.
He was thinking.
His aura, however—
His aura reached the sky.
Black and yellow lightning coiled upward like a pillar connecting him to the heavens. It pierced cloud layers and extended far beyond the atmosphere, distorting gravity around him. Reality bent faintly, as though bracing for what might come next.
"I thought," Aizen muttered, voice low and restrained, "I could help everyone escape."
His fingers tightened slightly against the broken marble he sat upon.
"I thought if I moved carefully… if I didn't let anger guide me… I could avoid repeating the first timeline."
The words tasted bitter.
"But it failed."
His family was gone.
Again.
Far.
Unknown.
Hidden in some domain he could not sense.
Even after destroying half a divine palace, even after erasing a Celestial God from existence—
He was too late.
He exhaled slowly.
"This time… the world itself feels different."
His eyes lifted slightly toward the distant cosmos.
"In the first life, it took eight… maybe nine years for my past memories to return."
A flicker of recollection crossed his gaze.
"But here… it only took seven."
Too fast.
Too efficient.
Too intentional.
"And time moves differently."
His brows furrowed.
"Why does it feel like the world itself is against me?"
His aura flared faintly in response to his emotions.
"Did I anger it? Did I defy something I wasn't supposed to?"
Or…
"Does it simply hate me because I exist?"
Silence.
He pressed his palm against his chest.
Mark's teachings echoed faintly in his mind.
Three special skills.
Forbidden ones.
Skills that bent causality and divine law.
"If I use those… there won't be any turning back."
He closed his eyes briefly.
"I'll force them to reveal themselves if I have to."
Behind him, Leviatharion and Naris Nia stood in their human forms, waiting patiently.
Leviatharion's blue hair shimmered faintly, his eyes calm but observant.
Naris Nia's crimson hair flowed like living flame, arms crossed as she watched Aizen carefully.
He turned his head slowly toward them.
"Hey. Red dragon. Blue Leviathan."
They straightened slightly.
"I need both of you to find them."
His voice carried no rage.
That was worse.
"I want you to search every domain. Every dimensional fracture. Every Celestial signature."
He stood up slowly.
"And the moment you find them… tell me immediately."
Naris Nia grinned faintly.
"Uh yeah! We will! Let's go, Levi!"
She leapt into the sky in a burst of fire.
Leviatharion nodded once before following, their forms dissolving into titanic celestial beings as they split into opposite directions across the cosmos.
Aizen remained.
Alone.
"Why does it feel like the world itself resists me…"
He looked down at his hands.
Lightning crawled across his skin involuntarily.
"I'm getting confused."
He returned to the last location where he sensed his family's presence.
He stayed there.
For days.
Waiting.
Thinking.
Listening to silence.
Elsewhere — Benechtaf's Domain
The Hidden Portal flared open.
Celestial Gods poured through in hurried formations, carrying unconscious figures bound in suppressive divine chains.
"Lady Olivierr! We're here!" one Celestial shouted.
The environment shifted immediately.
They were no longer within a floating palace.
They stood in an entirely separate dimension.
A world of endless silver forests and frozen mountains. A moon hung low in the sky, large and dominant. Snow fell constantly, but it did not feel cold—it felt controlled.
A massive throne stood upon a mountain ridge.
A wolf sat there.
Gigantic.
Majestic.
Ancient.
"Oh," Olivierr Auralisse said calmly, "Benechtaf. You're here."
The wolf's golden eyes narrowed.
"Why are so many gathered?" Benechtaf's voice was deep, echoing like distant thunder.
"And who are these injured mortals?"
Olivierr glanced at the unconscious Lyra and the others.
"They are bait."
The word was spoken casually.
"For the Black Cat."
Benechtaf's gaze sharpened.
"Make them appear fragile," Olivierr continued. "Weak. Alive. Just enough to provoke him."
She stepped closer to the throne.
"And you know the legend I'm referring to."
The wolf's eyes widened slightly.
"…You're speaking of her."
"Yes."
Olivierr's voice lowered.
"Vaelith Umbryss."
The atmosphere froze.
The Celestial Gods behind her shifted nervously.
Benechtaf slowly rose from his throne.
His true form shrank, transforming into a tall, imposing man with silver hair, wolf ears, and a long white tail. His eyes retained their ancient depth.
"Impossible," he muttered.
"She could not bear children."
His gaze darkened.
"It is directly impossible for Vaelith Umbryss to create offspring."
Silence fell heavily.
Then realization struck him.
"…Unless…"
His eyes widened slightly.
"If she had a child… and that child bore another…"
He looked directly at Olivierr.
"Then Aizen Arcime would be her grandson."
The room trembled faintly.
Loki stepped back.
"Wait—are you implying—"
Another Celestial swallowed hard.
"Vaelith Umbryss… the First Legendary Black Lion…"
Fear spread visibly among them.
Vaelith Umbryss.
The Third Strongest of the First Celestial Council.
Only below Raxietil.
And Shizuoka Auralisse, the Council Leader.
She was pride incarnate.
Born from the shattered terrains left by the Destroyer God's rampage.
A being said to be infused with remnants of the Destroyer's own essence.
Her roar alone once shattered galaxies.
Multiple galaxies.
With ease.
She did not rule with kindness.
She ruled with dominance.
With pride.
With overwhelming presence.
And when the First Council attempted to restrain her ambitions—
They sealed her.
Not killed.
Sealed.
Locked in suspended time because annihilation was too uncertain.
"Even as a descendant…" one Celestial whispered.
"He would carry First Generation Authority…"
Benechtaf nodded slowly.
"If Aizen Arcime truly carries Vaelith's blood…"
His gaze turned grave.
"Then he is not simply a threat."
"He is a catastrophe waiting to awaken."
Olivierr's expression darkened.
"The solution is simple."
She crossed her arms.
"We use the same formation. The same seal."
Murmurs spread.
"The Eternal Astral Confinement."
"The First Lion Seal…"
"Yes," Olivierr said.
"We subdue him at full force."
Her eyes gleamed dangerously.
"All of us."
"We overwhelm him."
"And then we seal him exactly as they sealed Vaelith Umbryss."
Loki swallowed.
"And after?"
Olivierr's lips curved slightly.
"I will extract his life essence."
Silence.
Benechtaf suddenly spoke.
"My Lady… if we remain here too long…"
She turned.
"What?"
"Time flows differently between dimensions."
He stepped forward.
"In this domain, one day equals thirty days in the primary universe."
Her eyes widened.
"If we delay…"
"He will have months of preparation while we lose mere days."
The Celestial Gods stiffened.
"No," Olivierr said immediately. "We move now."
She turned sharply.
"Take the slaves."
"Show them to the Black Lion."
The Awakening of Raxietil The Turtle God
Benechtaf raised his hand.
A portal tore open.
They stepped through.
They arrived at a massive, floating continent made entirely of stone.
It appeared lifeless.
Benechtaf inhaled deeply.
"RAXIETIL!"
His voice echoed like thunder across the land.
"Lady Olivierr commands your strength!"
The ground rumbled.
The continent moved.
What they thought was a mountain… shifted.
A colossal turtle slowly lifted its head.
Eyes ancient beyond comprehension opened.
The entire landmass trembled as the being stirred.
"…What," the deep voice rumbled lazily, "do you want?"
"Give me my outfit," the turtle muttered. "I refuse to transform naked again."
Benechtaf rolled his eyes and tossed divine garments forward.
Light engulfed the colossal form.
Moments later, a towering man with dark green hair and heavy armor stood before them. His build was immense. His presence alone bent gravity.
Raxietil.
Second Strongest of the First Celestial Council.
Master of defensive magic and crushing physical power.
"Speak," Raxietil said calmly.
"There is a Black Lion."
The name alone caused his gaze to sharpen.
"…Vaelith?"
"No," Benechtaf replied.
"Her descendant."
Raxietil's expression hardened.
"…Then we do not underestimate him."
Olivierr stepped forward.
"We attack immediately."
"All of us."
Raxietil nodded once.
"Then we finish this before he awakens fully."
Return to the Void
A massive portal formed.
All Celestial Gods gathered.
Olivierr stood at the front.
"Approximately twenty-three days have passed in the primary universe."
Her voice was sharp.
"He has had time."
She looked at each of them.
"We do not hold back."
"We do not hesitate."
"We strike."
The portal expanded.
One by one, they stepped through.
Toward the ruins.
Toward the man sitting alone beneath the broken heavens.
Toward the grandson of Vaelith Umbryss.
And somewhere in the distance—
Lightning began to move again.
End of Chapter 92