Chapter 4 - — Vast Possibility in Time - part three

chapter: Collapse After the Storm

The cold winds finally eased around the shattered dome. Snow drifted lightly, settling over the broken ice crystals. Milan stood between Chronoa and Khushi, still trembling from the clash of frost and flame. His breath fogged into the air—too fast, too shallow.

Then suddenly—His vision warped. The world tilted.A wave of dizziness punched through his skull."M–Mother… I…" Milan whispered weakly.And before anyone could reach him—His knees gave out.

Chronoa moved first—faster than any frost knight, faster even than Crimson.

She caught him around the chest, her arms sliding beneath his shoulders with surprising gentleness as he collapsed forward. His head rested against her collarbone, his breath warm against her cold skin.

Khushi froze for a heartbeat, then rushed toward them.

"Milan! Milan, look at me!" she cried, her voice trembling.

Crimson roared anxiously behind them, wings shaking in panic.

Chronoa lifted her chin, standing firm even as she held Milan's entire weight, her eyes glowing with time-magic clarity.

"He's fine," Chronoa said softly but confidently. "His energy is simply drained. From the fight… and from everything he pushed himself through."

She lowered her gaze to Milan resting against her. Her hand brushed lightly through his hair—subtle, almost instinctual. Something warm flickered in her eyes, something she didn't let anyone else see.

Khushi knelt beside them, placing a hand over Milan's heart.

"Yes… he's exhausted. His mana paths are overworked. But he's stable."

Crimson inched closer, lowering his giant head, eyes glowing with fear.

"He will wake?" the dragon asked, voice trembling despite its size.

Chronoa leaned back slightly, letting Milan rest more comfortably against her chest.

"He will. He just needs time," she assured.

Then—her aura shifted.

In an instant, the warmth disappeared, replaced by the commanding presence of the Princess of Time.

She stood tall, still holding Milan securely in her arms, but now her gaze cut across the frost kingdom like a blade.

"Enough. Soldiers — reinforce the borders. The dome barrier is gone because of that red idiot—" she gestured to Crimson "—and if anyone decides to trespass now, our lands will pay the price."

The frost soldiers immediately straightened."Yes, Lady Chronoa!""Move. Now."

Dozens of soldiers rushed to rebuild the perimeter, casting spells and erecting temporary defenses under her command. Chronoa turned her head slightly toward Crimson. "And you—dragon—help guard the borders." Crimson snorted, lifting his chin proudly. "I take orders only from the royal bloodline… or from Milan." Chronoa was about to snap back—but Khushi's voice cut through the air. Firm. Calm. Unshakable. "Crimson." The dragon stiffened. Khushi stepped closer, her eyes glowing faintly with demon elegance and elven authority.

"For your master's safety, guard this land. You are Milan's knight—

so protect the land he stands on." A silence. Then Crimson bowed his head deeply. "…Yes, Mother of Milan. I obey." With a powerful flap, he soared into the sky, circling the frozen kingdom like a crimson sentinel.

Chronoa glanced sidelong at Khushi, impressed. "You tamed him with one sentence." Khushi smiled faintly. "I am his mother. And dragons respect mothers." Chronoa looked down at Milan in her arms again.

Her expression softened—just for a second. "…And what about you?" Khushi asked quietly. Chronoa blinked. "What?"

"You didn't let him fall," Khushi said, her tone warm but curious. "You moved before even Crimson did." Chronoa looked away, cheeks reddening slightly from the cold—or something else.

"I just… reacted. He's important." She paused. "To the kingdom." Khushi's smile deepened knowingly.

Chronoa tightened her hold on Milan just a bit more, as if she didn't want to let him go. A slow-burn spark had ignited— quiet, unspoken, but unmistakably real.

Chronoa carried Milan through the broken snow fields with the authority of someone born from time itself. Her steps were silent but certain, every movement controlled — yet there was a softness in how she held him, careful not to jostle him even slightly.

Khushi walked beside her, scanning the surrounding mountains with sharp, maternal focus.

Above them, Crimson circled in wide arcs, a burning red streak against the pale northern sky. His roar echoed occasionally — a warning to anything foolish enough to approach.

The Frost Palace came into view.

Tall, crystalline spires rose from the ground like frozen flames, glowing with blue and white light. The shattered dome barrier still flickered weakly, like dying stars swirling in slow motion.

As Chronoa stepped through the outer gates, frost knights bowed immediately.

"Lady Chronoa! The palace stabilizers are charging. We can generate a temporary barrier in ten minutes."

Chronoa nodded, her voice firm:

"Good. Prioritize the eastern ridge and the lower ravines. That is where the barrier is weakest."

"Yes, my lady!" Khushi watched the soldiers run. "This world really listens to you," she murmured.

Chronoa tilted her head slightly, as if she didn't fully understand the compliment. "I am their princess. That is all." Khushi smirked.

"You are far more than that… but you never see it." Chronoa pretended not to hear.

She shifted Milan in her arms, holding him a little closer. His head nestled against her shoulder, breath steady, eyes soft in unconscious calm. His tail slid lightly against her leg as she walked — instinctive, not deliberate.

A faint blush touched Chronoa's cheeks. Khushi noticed.

"Chronoa," she said gently, "you can put him on a stretcher if he's too heavy." Chronoa tightened her hold. "No." Khushi hid a smile.

"Of course." Inside the Palace

The great doors opened with a deep mechanical hum. The Frost Palace interior glowed with ethereal light — ice chandeliers, crystal walls, corridors carved with ancient runes that thrummed in response to Chronoa's presence.

A pair of healers rushed forward. "Lady Chronoa! Should we take him?"

Chronoa answered instantly — sharp: "No. Prepare a room. Warm. Quiet. He recovers with rest, not magic." The healers nodded and darted away.

Khushi leaned closer, whispering: "You're very protective." Chronoa froze mid-step. "I am responsible for him." Khushi arched an eyebrow.

"Only responsible?" Chronoa's eyes flickered away.

"…He entered our land because of me. And he fought for us. It is my duty to keep him safe." Khushi didn't press, but her smile said she understood far more. The Resting Chamber

The healers opened the doors to a warm chamber lined with soft furs and heated crystal braziers. A single bed sat at the center — woven from frost silk but enchanted to radiate gentle heat.

Chronoa lowered Milan onto it carefully, brushing a bit of snow from his cheek. As she began to step back— Milan's hand twitched. His fingers curled, instinctively catching Chronoa's wrist. Her breath caught. "Milan…?"

His eyes didn't open, but his brow softened.A quiet whisper escaped his lips —"…don't go." Chronoa froze like a statue.Khushi's eyes widened slightly.

Chronoa's heart — normally steady, disciplined — skipped inside her chest.

She lowered herself slowly, gently placing her hand over his. "Milan," she whispered, barely audible, "I'm here." His breathing calmed instantly, as though her presence alone soothed him. Chronoa didn't speak again.

She simply sat beside the bed, her fingers still lightly held in his. Something fragile and warm lingered in the air — a spark, small but real.

Khushi stepped back quietly, giving them space. Outside, Crimson's roar echoed again — this time softer, like a promise of protection.

chapter : The Awakening and the Fragment

Warmth. That was the first thing Milan felt — a soft, gentle heat radiating through his body, loosening the stiffness in his muscles. It seeped into the scaled skin of his new form like sunlight melting frost.

Then—Something soft and cool touched his fingers. A hand.Someone's hand.

Milan's eyes fluttered open. The world came back slowly — a dimly lit room, crystalline walls glowing in soft blue, warmth from enchanted braziers… and beside him, sitting perfectly still, was Chronoa.

Her silver hair glowed faintly in the lamplight, her posture poised yet softened by concern. And—

she was holding his hand. Actually holding it.

Her fingers were intertwined with his, as though afraid to let go.

Milan blinked again, trying to clear his fuzzy vision. "…Chronoa?" he whispered.

Her eyes opened immediately — sharper than any guardian, yet gentle when they landed on him.

"You're awake," she said quietly. But her voice… slipped. Just a little.

As if relief had cracked the edges of her composure.

Milan tried to sit up, but dizziness washed over him.

Chronoa pressed a hand lightly to his chest, guiding him back down.

"Don't move. Your body isn't ready."

Her palm lingered on him a moment too long. Milan noticed.

"…Were you… holding my hand?" he asked softly.

Chronoa's eyes widened for just a second — a rare, genuine reaction. She quickly looked away.

"You were… restless," she said, clearing her throat. "Your body tensed while you slept. I was stabilizing your mana. It was practical."

Milan smiled faintly. "Right. Practical."

Her cheeks warmed — not redness, but a subtle glow under her pale skin, almost like starlight shimmering through ice.

She didn't pull her hand away. Neither did he.

A sudden sharp pulse spread through Milan's chest.

He inhaled sharply— and the world around him blurred.

Chronoa's eyes flashed with concern. "Milan?"

But Milan wasn't hearing her anymore. His mind was sinking.

Falling.

A memory — no, a fragment — forced its way to the surface.

Darkness.A heartbeat not his own. A glowing scale. A roar shaking the void.

Then—A voice. Ancient. Massive. Inside him.

"…Little one… you carry my ember…" Milan's breath hitched.

A massive golden eye stared at him through the darkness — a dragon's eye, filled with ancient pride and sorrow.

"…My heart beats where yours should be."

The vision cracked apart like shattering ice.

Milan gasped and clutched at his chest, curling slightly on the bed.

Chronoa leaned in immediately. "Milan! Milan, what did you see?"

Her hand cupped the side of his face — cool, grounding. His voice trembled.

"…There's… something inside me. A dragon. A… memory. It said—"

He swallowed, trying to pull the words together.

"—'my heart beats where yours should be.''' Chronoa's expression sharpened.

"That is not just a memory," she whispered. "That is a soul pact… or something older."

Milan's fingers tightened unintentionally around Chronoa's hand.

Her eyes softened at the grip, but her voice remained calm and analytical.

"Tell me everything you saw. Every detail."

He closed his eyes again, breathing carefully.

"I saw a golden eye… huge. And I heard its voice inside my head. It called me 'little one'. It said I carry its ember. And that… its heart beats in place of mine."

Chronoa's breath caught slightly at the last line. "That means…" she murmured. Milan looked at her, waiting.

Chronoa slowly met his gaze — eyes filled with something complex. Awe. Concern. And something else she wasn't ready to name.

"…Your life is not your own anymore," she whispered.

"It is shared with something ancient… and powerful."

Milan exhaled shakily. "…Yeah. I felt that."

Chronoa's grip on his hand tightened — protective, instinctive.

"You won't face it alone."

Her voice was firm now, almost fierce. "I am with you."

Milan blinked at her, surprised by the strength in her tone — and the warmth behind it.

Slowly, he nodded. "…I know." Chronoa didn't look away this time.

And she still didn't let go of his hand.

Far from the Frost Palace… Far from Chronoa holding Milan…

The world itself shook. The sky above the Demon Continent burned red as a monstrous aura erupted from its center. Emilia flew fast, frost wings slicing the air, her heart heavy with dread. Then she saw him.

The Flame Monarch. Milan's father.

He stood at the center of the collapsing land, veins glowing like molten rivers beneath his skin. His fury radiated so intensely that the air shook and the ground cracked. He roared:

"WHY?! WHY MY CHILD?! GIVE HIM BACK—

OR I WILL BECOME THE DOOM OF THIS WORLD!"

Emilia froze mid-air as the scene unfolded before her eyes—

The Demon Holy Tree trembled.

Its ancient roots tore from the ground like serpents of life.

Flame Monarch grabbed them — pulled them, forced them to stretch across the ocean.

The roots lashed outward and wrapped themselves around the Dragon Continent, binding the two continents together like unwilling prisoners.

The entire world felt the shift. Islands split. Volcanoes cracked open. The sea boiled.

Flame Monarch's eyes burned with fiery golden madness.

"WORLD LAW! CREATOR!

RETURN MY CHILD— OR I END EVERYTHING!"

Emilia swallowed hard. "Flame Monarch! Listen! You have to stop—Milan is—" But he didn't even hear her. She tried flying closer.

Instantly, the Demon Tree's living veins lashed at her like whips, forcing her back. The sea exploded with steam around them.

Then the Flame Monarch noticed her—barely.

Not as a monarch. Not as an equal. But as a nuisance.

With a distorted, furious voice, he growled:

"I will not forgive any creature who blocks me. Even my own kind.

So leave, you loli frost dragon… or DIE."

Emilia's eyes widened.

He… ignored her authority. Ignored her title as Frost Monarch.

Her pride shattered. Her anger boiled.

"How DARE you speak to me like that?! Do you really want to fight me, FLAME DRAGON?!"

Without another thought, she launched a blast of freezing energy.

A cold beam streaked across the sky, slamming into Flame Monarch's shoulder.

For the first time— his attention snapped fully toward her. His eyes…

Pure golden flames. No sanity. No reason. Emilia realized with horror:

He wasn't himself. But it was too late.

A brilliant golden beam erupted from his mouth — an attack so powerful it cracked the atmosphere. Emilia barely raised her arms in time. The blast slammed into her, carving through her frost armor, slicing the skin of her forearm open.

"—AGH!"She was thrown back, spiraling through the air.

Her anger erupted. "You've lost your mind!"

The world trembled under the clashing frost and flame. The World Breaks

Their battle became catastrophic.

Emilia's frost storms clashed with flame hurricanes.

Mountains shattered. Seas rose. The sky fractured with lightning.

Then— A soft mechanical voice echoed across reality: "To protect world creation,

SYSTEM deploying continent barriers.

All lower-class continents entering sealed state." One by one—

Gigantic transparent barriers wrapped around each continent, isolating them from the rest of the world. The Dragon Continent. The Demon Continent. The Human Continent. The Frost Continent.

Everything sealed. Everything separated. All to stop the monarchs from destroying creation.

Flame Monarch slammed his fist into the barrier over Demon Land.

"NO! WORLD—DO NOT STOP ME! LET ME FIND MY CHILD!"

His power shook the barrier violently, cracking it. "I WILL DESTROY YOU IF YOU INTERFERE AGAIN!"

He gathered a monstrous attack, preparing to strike the world core itself

A suicidal, universe-shattering move. But just before he fired— Emilia dove in, frost wings blazing.

She clashed with him mid-air, redirecting the blast upward toward the barrier. BOOOOOM!

A massive hole tore open through the sky-barrier, light raining like shattered stars.

Flame Monarch turned toward her slowly, with deadly fury.

"You," he snarled, voice shaking the ocean. "You prevented me again.

If you had not come— I would have tortured my tree-brother until he revealed where my child is." His eyes narrowed into slits. "Now you face the consequences." He surged forward— faster than sound, faster than light trails— Emilia dodged— barely. Flame Monarch roared in pure killing instinct. "DIE!"

He unleashed a binding spell — a molten chain of divine fire. Emilia dodged— But it was a trap.

He appeared behind her, grabbed her by the wings, and SLAMMED her into the ground. The land shattered.

The ocean rolled inward, striking the barrier like a tsunami.

Emilia coughed blood, frost wings flickering. Still, she pushed herself upright. "I swear…" she panted, trembling but defiant, "Milan… really sent me to hell." And Flame Monarch roared again, preparing another devastating strike. Chronoa Senses It First The Frost Palace trembled.

Chronoa's eyes snapped open from beside Milan's bed. Her pupils sharpened into thin, luminous rings — the eyes of an ancient time-being feeling the distortion of reality itself.

A wave of scorching fury rolled across the world. Not heat. Not magic.

Pure Monarch rage. Chronoa stood in an instant, every crystal in the room vibrating. Khushi burst into the chamber. "What was that?!"

Chronoa didn't need to answer. She already knew. Flame Monarch.

Milan's father. His power flooded across continents like a burning tsunami.

"He's losing control," Chronoa whispered, her voice tight. "That level of rage… he's tearing the world apart." Her gaze dropped to Milan—

And her heart froze. Milan's Dragon-Heart Reacts Milan's unconscious body jerked violently. His chest glowed — not warm, but scorching.

The ember inside him pulsed erratically, like a dragon heart panicking inside a body too small to hold it. "Milan!" Chronoa rushed to him.

He arched off the bed, claws digging into the blankets. His eyes stayed closed, but his face twisted in pain. A deep, ancient roar echoed inside his veins — his father's roar. Milan gritted his teeth even in sleep. "Stop… father… stop…" Chronoa grabbed his hand, trying to stabilize his mana flow. But the dragon-heart didn't listen.

It hammered violently, as if trying to escape his chest. His scales heated to fiery gold before dimming again, over and over. Khushi gasped.

"It's resonating with Flame Monarch! Their souls—connected!"

Chronoa clenched her jaw. "If his father's rage grows any stronger… Milan's heart won't endure it." The worry she tried to hide burst through her voice. "We have to calm him— NOW!" But Milan only shook harder.

Flashes of flame. Golden eyes. Wrath. Despair.

His father's emotions bled into him like molten lava. Meanwhile — The Battle Escalates The Dragon Continent shook violently.

Emilia tumbled across the ground as Flame Monarch stomped toward her.

His steps split mountains, boiled lakes, shattered islands.

His aura burned the clouds into nothing. "You block me again… FROST MONARCH!" he roared.

His voice rippled across the ocean, shaking the barriers around the continents. Emilia wiped blood from her lips and growled:

"You've completely LOST IT, Flame Dragon!"

Flame Monarch's lips curled back, revealing blazing fangs.

"IF YOU BLOCK ME ONE. MORE. TIME— I WILL ERASE YOUR ENTIRE ICE LINEAGE!" He lunged— Emilia froze the air instantly, erecting a wall of living frost. Flame Monarch smashed through it like paper.

Her heart thumped painfully as she flew backward, dodging by inches.

He wasn't fighting a monarch— He was fighting the WORLD.

Flame Monarch unleashed a massive beam of golden annihilation.

It ripped through mountains, vaporizing everything in its path.

Emilia threw herself aside— The blast grazed her wing, tearing through frost feathers. "DAMN IT!" she screamed.

She countered with a massive blizzard vortex, freezing even the light around them.

Ice chains wrapped Flame Monarch's arm— He ripped them apart effortlessly.

His roar shook the heavens— "BRING BACK MY CHILD OR I DESTROY EVERYTHING!" His aura spiked again. The sea rose. The sky split. The land cracked. Emilia's breath caught. She'd never seen him like this.

"He'll… he'll tear the world in half," she whispered, eyes wide with horror.

And then— A small whisper passed her lips, half a joke, half a desperate realization: "Milan… you really sent me to hell." Back in Frost Palace — Milan convulses

Milan's body arched again, eyes still closed but glowing faintly gold beneath the lids.

Chronoa cupped his face with both hands, voice shaking for the first time:

"Milan—listen to me. You have to fight it!" The dragon-heart inside him thundered, synced with his father's rage. Boom. Boom. BOOM.

Khushi looked at the window, where the sky itself flickered red.

"…If this continues," she whispered, trembling, "Flame Monarch will destroy the world— and Milan will die from the resonance."

Chronoa's eyes filled with terrifying clarity. "Then we stop this. Here. Now."

She pressed her forehead gently against Milan's. Her voice softened—"Milan… come back."

Her fingers tightened around his hand, refusing to let go. And Milan's heart responded— but in agony, violently shaking his entire body.

chapter: The Heart Knows Its Monarch

Chronoa's Time-Stabilization

Milan's body jerked violently again — chest glowing gold, scales shifting erratically, as if a dragon inside him wanted to tear its way out. His breath snapped in and out in painful bursts. Chronoa's eyes burned with determination. "This stops now." She placed both hands on Milan's temples. A clock-shaped sigil spun into existence behind her — ancient runes rotating like a celestial sundial.

Khushi gasped. "Chronoa—! That's a high-tier spell! Your spirit— "Chronoa didn't hesitate. "Time Stabilization— REWIND HEART RHYTHM."

The sigil pulsed. Golden threads of time wrapped around Milan's chest, slowing the violent convulsions. But the backlash hit Chronoa instantly.

She winced, blood trickling from the corner of her lip, but refused to pull away. Khushi's voice trembled. "You're hurting yourself—!" "I… don't care."

Chronoa gritted her teeth. "He's not dying under my watch."

Milan's body arched one last time—And then everything went silent.

His breath steadied. Chronoa fell forward, catching herself on the bedframe, panting, her magic flickering.

Khushi steadied her. "Chronoa!" Chronoa wiped the blood calmly.

"I'm fine." Her gaze softened as she looked down at Milan.

"He's entering the inner realm now… where the heart's memory sleeps."

 Inside the Heart-Space Darkness. Warm. Pulsing. Alive.

Milan opened his eyes to find himself standing inside an endless void of swirling gold and crimson. It felt like standing inside the chest of a giant being. He heard breathing— Not his. Massive. Deep. Ancient.

Then a colossal shape emerged from the darkness.

A dragon. Golden-scaled. Larger than mountains. Older than myths.

Its voice vibrated through Milan's bones: "Little one…" Milan exhaled shakily. "You… you're the one inside me."

The dragon lowered its massive head, golden eyes glowing with sadness and pride. "They stole you from me. " Milan's heart panged. "Who?"

The dragon growled — a sound that tore through the void like thunder.

"CREATOR. WORLD LAW. THEY TOOK MY HEART AND PLACED IT IN YOU.

MY SON." Milan staggered. "W-What…? I'm your—" The dragon's gaze softened. "You carry my heart. That makes you my legacy." The heart-space trembled violently. Through the cracks in the void, Milan saw flashes of the real world: Flame Monarch raging. Emilia fighting alone. The ocean boiling. Mountains shattering. The dragon rumbled:

"He is in agony. He cannot sense your soul. He believes you DEAD."

Milan clenched his fists. "No… I'm here. I need to reach him."The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly. "Then claim the truth of your blood." Its chest opened—revealing a glowing ember of pure golden fire.

"Take it."Milan shook his head. "Will it kill you?"The dragon chuckled.

"It is me." He stepped forward.Reached out.Touched the ember— A surge of warmth flooded him.

Golden fire. Ancient memory. Bloodline connection. Flame Monarch's emotions—despair rage love loss all crashing into him at once.

Milan screamed— And the heart-space exploded. Flame Monarch's Strongest Attack Back in reality— Flame Monarch spread his wings wide.

Golden flames poured from every scale. Clouds evaporated. The sea boiled instantly. Emilia's breath caught. "No… that's—!!" Flame Monarch roared: "SOLAR APOCALYPSE!" The sky went white.

A sun-sized sphere of golden annihilation formed above his claws.

The world-core itself flickered, resisting the attack.

If he unleashed it—The continent would vanish. The world system screamed:

"WARNING. WORLD CORE BREACH. IMMEDIATE INTERVENTION REQUIRED." But even the world system couldn't fully stop him.

His attack grew brighter—Emilia Barely Survives

"NO YOU DON'T!!" Emilia roared, wings freezing into massive ice shields.

She flew upward, meeting the golden sun head-on. The blast hit.

Everything turned white. Her frost armor cracked instantly.

"ARGHHH—!!" Blood sprayed as the beam tore through her defenses.

She was thrown hundreds of meters, slamming into the side of a mountain that shattered on impact. Her voice trembled: "He's… too strong like this…" Flame Monarch landed heavily, lava erupting under his feet. He growled, smoke pouring from his mouth.

"STAND ASIDE…OR I END YOU HERE, FROST MONARCH." Emilia pulled herself up, one wing broken, frost dripping like blood. But she stood.

"I won't let you destroy the world… even if I die doing it." Flame Monarch inhaled deeply— preparing another solar blast. But then— The sky above them cracked. A golden ripple shot across the world. Flame Monarch froze. Emilia froze. Even the ocean stopped moving. A faint whisper echoed: "Father… stop." Milan's voice. Carried across the world

through dragon blood, through the heart connection. The golden sun flickered. Flame Monarch's eyes widened. "...Milan?" His flames dimmed.

His breath trembled. For the first time— He hesitated.

chapter: The Demoness Appears — The Truth of Milan's Power

The sky shattered. Milan's faint voice — "Father… stop…"

—echoed across continents. But before Flame Monarch could answer—

A hand of light reached down from above and CUT the connection.

The soul-bond instantly severed. Flame Monarch froze mid-roar.

His aura exploded in confusion and despair. "WHERE ARE YOU?! MILAN!?

ANSWER ME!" His voice shattered clouds, split seas, burned the horizon.

But then— A soft, calm voice cut through the chaos: "Husband… please stop." The atmosphere itself calmed.

Emilia looked—and her eyes widened in recognition.

Descending gently from the sky, wrapped in holy demon flame and ice aura, was a breathtaking woman:

The Demon Princess. The Ice Queen. The Holy Demoness. Milan's mother. Her appearance commanded respect: Long golden-brown skin glowing faintly One smooth demonic horn curving elegantly

Long spiked elven ears Flowing white hair laced with silver frost Eyes like frozen suns Emilia bowled her head instantly. "Your Majesty…" The demoness didn't look at her.

She looked only at Flame Monarch — with sorrow and fear. "You heard our child's voice," she said, stepping toward him. "So please… control your rage." Flame Monarch's chest heaved, golden flames cracking around his veins. "He was there… I HEARD HIM… then the gods cut us apart!" Emilia flew forward a bit, cautious. "Your Majesty… he is under my protection. Milan is safe." The demoness's head snapped toward Emilia, eyes sharp.

"Where? Tell me. Is he hurt?"Emilia exhaled. "He is alive. But… very weak. He needs his father soon." Flame Monarch's flames stilled. His anger dimmed. He looked at Emilia— and in a blink, his body shifted— The flames folded inward. The monstrous dragon form vanished.

He stood as a handsome royal demon king. So handsome Emilia's entire face flushed red. Even the demoness raised an eyebrow. Flame Monarch ignored Emilia's blush and spoke sharply: "What happened to my child? How can he be weak? He has my Founder Core. I gave it so that he would NEVER be weak." Emilia sighed heavily, turning into her human form as well — beautiful, pale, long-haired, frost aura swirling faintly.

"That's exactly the problem." Flame Monarch frowned. "What problem?" Emilia crossed her arms.

"He is NOT weak. He is too strong for this world. That's why the world rejected him." Flame Monarch's eyes widened.

"…Impossible. He's mixed blood. Demon + elf. That should make him fragile. That's why I gave him the Founder Core — to strengthen him."

Emilia shook her head. "There you made a mistake. You should have checked his power first." Flame Monarch scowled. "What power? He was a newborn!" Emilia's voice lowered, serious. "Milan was born with an authority. A pure one. Named Possibility… or rather… Reality." Flame Monarch froze.

The demoness gasped.

"An… authority?"

Emilia nodded.

"He already had god-level power in him. The Founder Core made it worse. My Yggdrasil itself tried to kill him for world balance." Flame Monarch's fists tightened, trembling with wrath. "So my anger… was correct.

This WORLD tried to kill my child." The demoness looked at him quietly.

"But because of you. Why did you force more power onto a newborn?"Emilia snorted. "That doesn't matter anymore." The monarchs turned toward her sharply. "Explain," Flame Monarch growled.

Emilia looked at both of them — Frost Monarch and Flame Monarch meeting eye-to-eye.

"An authority weighs more than ANY of us. Even gods fear authority holders. Lower races can survive it because their bodies are weak — the power suppresses itself. But a dragon? With demon blood? With royal lineage?"

Flame Monarch's jaw hardened. "How do you know this much?" Emilia smirked lightly. "Because Milan isn't the only authority-born child.

In the Frost Clan, a child with Time Authority was born. That girl is the reason." Flame Monarch's expression sharpened. "How did you save her?"

Emilia looked away, embarrassed. "Aww… I didn't do anything.

She bound me to her. And named me… Emilia." Flame Monarch stared at her— and burst into laughter. "Hahaha! A dragon naming a Monarch?! Named Emilia?! Hilarious!" "HEY! Stop laughing at me!" Emilia yelled, face red. The demoness even cracked a smile. Flame Monarch wiped a tear from laughing.

"So this means Milan must name a dragon too. Not a normal one, but one with the power of gods. Then they can't harm him."

Emilia nodded reluctantly. "Yes. Only a dragon of equal strength can stabilize his authority." Flame Monarch smirked confidently.

"That is not a problem. I will go capture the Water Dragon Monarch or the Sky Dragon God. They need to understand their place. Who dared give them permission to interfere in dragon matters?" He turned to leave—

But Emilia blocked him. "That won't work." "Why?" Flame Monarch asked, annoyed. Emilia crossed her arms. "They cannot control Milan's power. They would die." Flame Monarch frowned deeply. "Then how can YOU survive naming him?" Emilia sighed, embarrassed.

"I'm… not enough. I pretend I am, but honestly? Even I barely survived naming Chronoa. Her power grew faster than her age. I'm only holding her authority until she can fight back." She pointed at Flame Monarch.

"But Milan? His case is completely different. The world controls his body because he is demon. Dragon power defies that control because gods created dragons. Both forces are clashing in him." She looked away.

"At this rate… Milan will not survive." Flame Monarch's face turned pale with rage and fear. "So… what must be done?" Emilia pointed at him sharply. "You must be named by Milan. Only a dragon god-level being can stabilize him. He is the current lord of the realm. Naming you will save him." Flame Monarch didn't hesitate.

"…Then I accept. If he names me, I become his.

If that makes him Monarch… and if that means I die…" He smiled faintly."Then so be it. I have lived long enough." Both Emilia and the demoness fell silent. Flame Monarch turned to Emilia. "Let's go."

"Hey! Don't call me 'Emilia' like that! I'm a monarch — respect me!"

Suddenly, the demoness stiffened. Her eyes narrowed. "…They are coming." Flame Monarch and Emilia turned calmly. "We know," they said in unison. "We've been waiting." Above them— the sky cracked open.

The Gods descended. Ready to face the wrath of two of the strongest dragon monarchs in existence.

chapter: When Gods Step Onto Mortal Soil

The Gods ArriveThe sky above the Demon–Dragon boundary split open like shattered glass. Light poured downward — not warm, not divine…

cold judging merciless. A towering gate of white flame formed in the sky, and from it descended three figures: The Judge of Worlds.The Lawkeeper.

The Creator's Messenger.

Their forms were indistinct — like radiance shaped loosely into humanoid silhouettes. No face, no features. Just power.

Even the air bowed to them.The sea froze and boiled at the same time.

The wind stopped moving.The mountains trembled.Emilia stepped back instinctively.The demoness narrowed her eyes. Flame Monarch only glared upward, unafraid.The leading god spoke — its voice layered like thousands at once: "FLAME MONARCH. You have disrupted world balance. You are hereby condemned." Flame Monarch didn't blink. "Condemned? For looking for my son?"

The god raised a hand. "Your child is a mistake of creation.

The authority he carries was not meant—" Flame Monarch's killing intent exploded. "SAY ONE MORE WORD ABOUT MY SON— AND I ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE." Cracks formed in the sky simply from his anger. The gods did not flinch.

"Authority is forbidden for higher beings."

"Dragons are not permitted to ascend."

"Your child must be removed."

Flame Monarch roared so loudly half the ocean evaporated. "I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!" But before he could launch forward— A soft, clear voice cut through the fury. The Demoness Reveals Her True Power

"Husband… step back." Flame Monarch froze immediately.

Not because he was scared — but because he trusted her. The gods turned toward her as she stepped forward. The holy demoness — Milan's mother — walked calmly onto the shattered battlefield. Each step froze the air and ignited it simultaneously. Her presence bent reality:

Her demon half radiated holy fire Her elf half radiated divine frost

Her hybrid power twisted world law around her The gods spoke sharply: "HOLY DEMONESS — STEP ASIDE." She smiled. Not kindly.

Slowly. Dangerously. "Do you think I will move… when you speak of harming my child?" Her eyes glowed pure white, frost aura rising like a storm. The gods hesitated — not because they feared her power,

but because they feared what her power represented: A hybrid demon-elf with holy rank AND the mate of a dragon monarch. She extended her hand. Ice blossoms bloomed behind her — each one dripping demon flame. The world trembled in confusion at her existence.

"Gods," she said softly, "do you understand what you have done?"

The gods did not answer. She tilted her head, voice cold: "You allowed authority to be placed in my child. You allowed the world to try to erase him. You cut his connection to his father." Her aura flared —

CRACK! The sky fissured again, unable to withstand her hybrid power. Emilia stepped back. Even she felt small.

Flame Monarch smirked proudly. "Do you see now why she is the terror of the underrealms?" The lead god raised a hand to attack. The demoness simply said: "Try it." Her voice carried enough power to make the entire world go silent. Milan Begins to Wake Back in the Frost Palace—

Chronoa held Milan's hand tightly, her breath uneven from stabilizing him. "Milan? Milan, can you hear me?"

Khushi watched anxiously. Milan's body twitched softly. His fingers tightened around Chronoa's hand. His chest glowed faintly — gold and white intertwined. Then— His eyes opened. Not fully. Just a sliver. But enough. Chronoa gasped softly, leaning closer. "Milan…?" He stared up at her — dazed, breathing shallow. "Mo…m?" he whispered, confused by the lingering bond with his father. Chronoa shook her head quickly. "No, not your mother. I'm here… Chronoa. You're safe." His eyes focused slightly more on her face. "…Chronoa," he breathed. Chronoa let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Khushi exhaled in relief. But then

Milan's body jolted. The golden ember in his chest flared brightly.

His heart boomed like a dragon roar. Chronoa's eyes widened. "Milan, what is it?!" Milan's lips parted — trembling. "…they're fighting…" he whispered weakly. "My father… my mother… gods are coming…" His head fell back onto the pillow. Chronoa and Khushi froze.

He saw it. He felt it. The battle happening thousands of miles away…

Milan could sense every second. Chronoa's expression darkened.

"Khushi," she said quietly, "the Monarchs are confronting the gods."

Khushi swallowed hard. "And Milan is caught between their powers."

Chronoa clenched his hand gently, voice trembling. "We don't have much time." The Gods Attack First

The three gods hovered high in the sky, light pouring from their bodies like burning judgment.

The fractured sky behind them healed and cracked at the same time — unable to bear their presence.The lead god raised its hand. "HOLY DEMONESS. YOU BREAK WORLD ORDER. YOU DEFY CREATOR LAW." The demoness didn't blink. "I defy anyone who threatens my child." The god didn't wait. He struck. A beam of pure white destruction — Judgment Light — shot toward her at impossible speed, slicing through the atmosphere. It wasn't magic. It wasn't element. It was law itself. A direct execution command. Emilia's eyes widened. "That's Creation Law…!! They're not holding back!"

Flame Monarch roared, ready to leap in— But the demoness didn't move. She simply raised her hand. A single gesture. Her fingers opened like petals. The Judgment Light crashed into her palm— And stopped. Not slowed. Not resisted. Stopped. Reality around her hand bent like metal.

The beam trembled, unable to advance.

The demoness's voice cut through the silence, cold enough to freeze a star: "Did you think law applies to me?" The gods froze. She smiled faintly.

"Let me show you why." She squeezed her palm lightly— SNAP.

The Judgment Light shattered like glass. The sky rippled.

The world shook. Even Flame Monarch stared, eyes narrowed in awe.

The gods recoiled instantly. The second god raised his arm —"CONTAINMENT—"But before he could finish—A blast of violet frost exploded from the demoness's eyes. The Demoness Activates Her Divine Ice AuthorityThe temperature dropped instantly. Not cold. Zero.Then—Below zero of existence.

Frost formed not on ground or air —but on space itself.Reality cracked under her aura. Behind her, a massive sigil appeared: A ring of ancient demon runes entwined with elven divine glyphs. Frozen nebula.

Holy demon flame.Ice petals blooming like galaxies.

Emilia's jaw dropped.

"T-That's… the Divine Ice Authority…?! But that's impossible—!"

Flame Monarch smirked darkly. "She doesn't use it often. It breaks the world too easily." The gods panicked — for the first time. The lead god stepped back. "HERETIC DEMONESS. YOUR POWER—" She lifted a single finger. The entire battlefield fell silent. When she spoke, her voice shook the heavens: "I am neither demon nor elf. I am mother. And you dared cut my child's voice. For that— you will kneel." Her authority erupted. The sky shattered into shards of frozen light. The ocean froze mid-wave. Storms died. Wind ceased. Everything obeyed her. The gods dropped half a meter from the sky — their bodies forced downward. The demoness stepped forward slowly, each step cracking the earth. "You speak of law," she said softly. "But authority… creates law." The gods struggled, their light flickering violently. The demoness raised her hand again. "Bend."

The air pressed down on the gods, smashing them toward the ground.

Emilia stared, speechless. Flame Monarch just grinned, delighted.

Above them, the sky kept cracking. The world felt like it would break in half. Meanwhile — Back to Milan Milan's eyes snapped open wider. Chronoa leaned over him. "Milan—!?" He gasped sharply, chest glowing gold and white again. Khushi held her breath. Milan whispered weakly: "…Mother activated… her ice authority…" Chronoa froze. "That means—" Khushi's voice cracked: "—she is fighting the gods." And Milan's heart pulsed painfully. He could feel it. His mother's rage. His father's despair. The gods' pressure. The world cracking. Milan closed his eyes in pain. "…they're going to kill each other…" Chronoa grabbed his hand.

"Milan… stay with me. Close your eyes. Don't force a connection—" But Milan whispered: "I… can't… She's calling for me." His mother's voice echoed faintly inside him: "My child… where are you…" Milan's heart shook violently. Chronoa looked terrified now. "This is bad. If the authority bond pulls him—" Khushi finished quietly: "He could die." The world outside shook again. The gods screamed. The demoness stepped forward.

Flame Monarch readied himself beside her. The war was no longer between gods and dragons. It was becoming a war over Milan.

chapter: The Day Gods Trembled

The Gods Attempt a Combined Attack

The gods, forced halfway down toward the ground by the demoness's command, flickered violently. Their luminous bodies trembled as they struggled to maintain form. But instead of retreating— They fused their lights together. The three divine silhouettes stepped closer, their radiance weaving into a triple-layered sigil above their heads. Emilia gasped.

"The Trinity Execution Seal…!? Are they insane? That attack is meant to erase entire continents!" Flame Monarch growled, eyes burning.

"So the gods finally show their true cowardice." The sky turned blinding white. The gods' voices layered together in a booming declaration:

"HOLY DEMONESS. YOU POSSESS FORBIDDEN AUTHORITY. YOU ARE HEREBY ERASED FROM EXISTENCE."

A sphere of divine law gathered above them — dense, blinding, vibrating with power that could rewrite creation itself. Reality warped. Gravity bent.

The air screamed. Emilia's ice wings spread wide, shielding herself instinctively. Flame Monarch cracked his knuckles, ready to counter.

But the demoness simply closed her eyes, calm. The gods thrust their hands forward— "DIVINE LAW — ABSOLUTE ERASURE."

The execution sphere collapsed inward— Then exploded outward as a colossal beam of pure world-destroying law. It fired straight toward her.

The ground beneath it instantly evaporated. The sea vaporized.

Even the barrier around continents began to rupture. Flame Monarch roared— "MOVE—!!" But— She didn't move. She lifted one hand gently—

and whispered: "Pathetic." The Demoness Unleashes the Second Stage of Her Authority For a heartbeat, the world went still.

Then— The temperature plummeted past absolute zero. Wind froze mid-air. Light itself slowed. Sound died. Behind the demoness, a new sigil formed: A halo of rotating demon flames woven with divine frost petals

coiling around a black sun of frozen reality. Emilia fell to her knees. "No… that's… Second Stage Authority — Origin Freeze… Instant-cast…?"

Flame Monarch stared in awe. "She hasn't used this since the old age…"

The demoness's hair lifted slightly, flowing in a phantom wind.

Her eyes shifted from icy white to void-blue — the color of primordial ice before creation itself. She moved her fingers delicately— like a mother brushing dust off her child. "Freeze." Her voice was soft.

Almost gentle. One word. But the world obeyed. The divine execution beam stopped. Mid-air. Frozen. Motionless. Caught like an insect trapped in amber. The gods panicked. "IM—IMPOSSIBLE…!""LAW CANNOT BE FROZEN—" "HER POWER IS—" But they couldn't finish. The demoness stepped forward once. Frost and holy fire swirled around her like galaxies collapsing. She looked up— expression emotionless. "You dare try to erase me… when my child is fighting for his life?" The frozen divine attack cracked. Hairline fractures spread across it. Then— SHATTER. The divine law beam broke apart like fragile ice. Shards of glowing law scattered across the sky like falling stars. The gods recoiled violently, their forms destabilizing. The demoness raised both hands slowly. "Ignorant divine insects… allow me to show you the price of touching a mother's fury." The sigil behind her expanded — reaching from horizon to horizon. Flame Monarch laughed in savage pride. "THAT'S MY WIFE!" Emilia hid behind a glacier of her own making. "Oh gods…she's going to wipe them out…"The demoness stretched her hand toward the sky— Her voice now deep and resounding, carrying the weight of ancient creation: "SECOND STAGE AUTHORITY: ORIGIN FREEZE — DIVINE SEVERANCE." The temperature collapsed. The sky cracked. Even the gods' bodies froze from the feet upward. Their panic echoed like shattered bells. "STOP—!" "THIS IS AGAINST—" "CREATOR WILL—!!" The demoness smiled faintly. "Creator?

If they wished me stopped… they should come themselves."

And then— She clenched her fist. CRASH. The gods' lower bodies shattered like glass. Even Creation Law couldn't protect them. For the first time in eons— the gods knew fear. chapter: The Wrath of Two Monarchs

The gods' lower bodies shattered from the demoness's attack, their remaining forms shaking violently in mid-air. Their divine lights flickered like dying stars. The world trembled. The ocean froze and boiled.

Space warped at the edges.The demoness stepped forward again—

—but a powerful, familiar heat erupted beside her. A heat so ancient

that even gods hesitated. Flame Monarch Joins the Fight (Full True Form Flame Monarch inhaled deeply—and exhaled golden flame so hot that the atmosphere turned white. His human body dissolved into light—scales spread from his back horns erupted from his skull wings unfurled across the heavens and his roar shook the tectonic plates. BOOM.

A colossal golden dragon burst into full existence — large enough that his wings blocked out the sun. His royal mane of fire blazed brighter than magma. Every single one of his scales glowed like newborn stars.

His tail swept across the horizon, turning the sea into steam.

The world barrier convulsed, struggling to hold. Emilia shielded her eyes. "T-That is… Flame Monarch's FINAL form…?" The demoness smirked."Not final. Just his true one." Flame Monarch's voice thundered like multiple volcanoes erupting: "GODS— YOU DARE THREATEN MY WIFEAND LAY HAND ON MY CHILD?" He spread his wings. The sun behind him turned red. "YOU WILL NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE."

The gods, forced downward, tried desperately to rise higher. They couldn't. The demoness's Second Stage Authority held them firmly in place. The lead god screamed: "MONARCH, STOP—THE CREATOR LAW—"Flame Monarch didn't wait. He vanished. Reappeared behind the gods.

And slammed his burning claw down into the divine execution seal—SHATTERING IT COMPLETELY. The shockwave ripped the sky open.

Mountains far away collapsed. The frozen sea cracked into glowing magma and ice. The gods staggered violently as their power destabilized.

Flame Monarch curled his wings inward like a predator preparing a killing strike. "NOW DIE." But just as he lunged, the air dropped sharply in temperature. Not cold— Primordial. A new aura joined the battlefield.

 Emilia Activates Frost Monarch's Final Form Emilia's breathing was heavy.

Her body was battered from earlier hits. Her wing was cracked. But seeing both monarchs release their true selves— And seeing Milan's mother unleash divine authority— She grit her teeth. "No… Milan entrusted me.

I… can't fall behind." Her eyes turned sharp. She spread her arms. The frost under her cracked— And then erupted. Frost spiraled upward around her in colossal pillars. Blizzard storms formed instantly.

Ice crystals shaped like ancient runes ignited in mid-air. The sky dimmed as snow covered sunlight. Emilia was at the center of everything. Her voice echoed through winter itself. "Awaken— FROST MONARCH'S

ECLIPSE FORM." Her human body shattered into shimmering frost—Revealing her true form: A gigantic pale-blue dragon, wings like frozen galaxies, eyes glowing with pure winter. Her body radiated both elegance and terror. Every movement she made caused the air to crystallize.

Flame Monarch roared approval. "FINALLY, YOU SHOW YOUR TRUE SELF!"

Emilia's frost claws sharpened, frost fires ignited around her wings.

She looked down at the gods, who were already frozen halfway from the demoness's authority. Her voice rumbled like a thousand blizzards converging: "Your judgment ends here." The second god panicked.

"STOP! TWO MONARCHS—PLUS HER AUTHORITY—WE WILL—"

Emilia didn't wait. She inhaled— And released a torrent of Absolute Zero Breath. The heavens turned white. The frozen air cut like blades. Particles of light shattered on contact. The gods attempted to raise a divine barrier—It turned brittle instantly. CRACK. CRACK. SHATTER—! The barrier fell apart. The gods screamed as frost spread across their luminous bodies, eating them molecule by molecule. Flame Monarch joined her, unleashing a matching blast of golden flame. Two Monarch breaths — flame and frost — crashed together and spiraled into the gods.

The combined attack warped the world barrier so violently that system alarms rang across every continent: "WORLD STABILITY AT RISK MONARCH DUEL DETECTED—

THREAT LEVEL: ABSOLUTE."

The battle wasn't simply a fight—

It was a war between civilizations.

And the gods were losing.

Badly.

chapter: The Pain of a Father, The Fall of a Queen

The three lesser gods shattered into nothingness.

Their divine light scattered like dust in the void.

But before the battlefield could breathe—

A deeper darkness fell.

A presence older than oceans…

higher than heaven…

stronger than any dragon monarch.

The Supreme Level God descended.

Not the Creator.

Not the Lawkeeper.

But one of the highest gods —

a divine prince of the upper pantheon.

His body was made of pure white divinity,

shaped like a tall man with shifting cosmic patterns on his skin.

He looked at Flame Monarch without fear.

"Flame Monarch…"

his voice echoed like collapsing stars,

"I apologize. I could not watch my children properly."

Flame Monarch growled, flames cracking space.

The god continued:

"But despite this…

You killed my offspring."

His voice darkened.

"I will give you the same pain."

Flame Monarch smiled coldly.

"Try."

The god stepped closer, his aura shaking the mountains.

"Do you think we forgive you just because you took the demon queen with you?"

Flame Monarch's expression sharpened.

The god smirked.

"You hid her well, Flame Monarch.

But now she has revealed her true power.

And because of that—the true Creator,

the Absolute Creator of All,

will send her back to where she belongs."

Flame Monarch laughed.

"He hasn't interfered in over one lakh years.

He made this world and vanished.

He won't do anything."

The god nodded.

"Correct. He will not.

But she revealed herself."

He pointed at the demoness.

"Now the SYSTEM will detect her."

Flame Monarch's eyes narrowed.

"If I don't trust you, that's fine," the god added.

"But listen well."

He turned to leave.

"If I get even a single chance to kill your child…

I will.

Just like you killed mine."

Flame Monarch laughed loudly.

"Try. He is a dragon. You, a god, cannot scratch him."

The god's eyes gleamed wickedly.

"Let's see. Your dragons are too prideful.

I already have something that can kill dragons."

Flame Monarch stopped laughing.

The god whispered:

"A mere human."

And then he vanished.

The sky returned to normal.

The frozen seas began to melt.

The cracks in heaven healed.

But then—

SYSTEM MESSAGE

A voice echoed across the world.

Mechanical. Absolute.

Without mercy or emotion.

"DEMON QUEEN — IDENTIFIED."

"ORIGIN: TRUE DEMON REALM."

"FOREIGN ENTITY DETECTED."

"YOU MUST LEAVE THIS REALM."

"OR BE SEALED."

Flame Monarch roared.

"NO! STOP! SYSTEM — DO NOT TAKE HER!"

But the system does not answer gods.

It does not answer dragons.

It answers only the Creator's law.

The demoness closed her eyes peacefully.

"…It's time."

Flame Monarch grabbed her tightly.

"No. NO. I will break the system—!"

But she gently touched his face.

"You can't. No one is stronger than the creation system.

It is above dragons… above gods…

above everything."

Flame Monarch trembled helplessly.

Emilia lowered her head, unable to watch.

The demoness looked at him softly.

"Husband… please.

Always be by our child's side.

Make him someone like you."

Flame Monarch's tears dripped like molten gold.

"And… do not tell him I am alive.

Tell him I was killed by gods.

Let him live a peaceful life…

without thinking about me."

Her voice trembled.

"Give him my share of love too.

And to my darling sister Emilia…"

She smiled at Emilia gently.

"Take care of my part. Both for my husband… and for my child.

I trust you, sister."

Emilia's breath cracked.

"I-I will… I promise…"

The demoness stepped forward.

The system spoke again:

"TRANSFER INITIATED."

A bright vortex pulled her backward.

Flame Monarch roared so loudly the continents shook.

"NO! Don't take her! LET HER STAY!!!"

But the demoness whispered—

"Goodbye."

A flash of light.

She was gone.

Returned to the True Demon Realm.

Flame Monarch fell silent.

Completely.

Utterly.

Broken.

A being who shook worlds…

…now powerless.

Frozen.

Staring at the empty air where his wife vanished.

Emilia placed a hand on his side.

"Your child… still needs you."

Flame Monarch didn't look at her.

His voice cracked in half.

"What will I… tell my newborn son?

That I could not save his mother?

Even though I am the strongest…

in all three realms?"

Emilia closed her eyes.

"You can't fight the system.

Dragons cannot cross realms.

Our bodies are too powerful.

The system regulates us…

because we are the strongest creatures born."

She shook her head.

"You must accept this.

Right now… Milan is suffering."

But Flame Monarch did not move.

Not until—

A warm voice whispered through his soul:

"Darling… we can still communicate."

Flame Monarch froze.

"Darling? Is that you?! Are you safe?"

Her soft laugh echoed in him.

"Because you named me…

'Darling.'

Our souls remain connected."

He trembled, tears falling again.

She whispered:

"I'm alright.

But please…

save our child.

He is suffering."

The monarch's sorrow turned into blazing purpose.

His wings erupted into gold flame.

He rose.

And transformed once more—

even bigger, stronger, glowing like a newborn sun.

Realm God Form — Golden Overlord Dragon.

His presence shook every living being in every continent.

Then he roared—

And flew.

Flame Monarch Flies to Milan

He shot across the sky at impossible speed.

Barriers shattered like thin paper.

World walls tore open.

Emilia tried to catch up in Eclipse Form—

She couldn't.

His shadow covered entire continents.

Human barriers?

Shattered.

Elf barriers by the gods?

Crushed.

God protectors tried to attack him.

Emilia intercepted all of them.

A Sky Dragon Monarch descended to block her—

Emilia obliterated him in seconds.

The Earth Protector Dragon arrived—

And Emilia hit him by mistake.

Because of dragon pride—

he was forced to fight her too.

She cursed loudly while battling both dragons:

"WHY DID YOU FLY THIS FAST! I AM STILL TALKING—!!!"

But Flame Monarch ignored everything.

Only one thing mattered.

His son.

 A Father Arrives — And the World Trembles

Flame Monarch Arrives at the Frost Continent

The frozen continent was peaceful for a single heartbeat—

Until a shadow swallowed the sky.

Every creature — mortal, beast, dragon, spirit — looked up.

The sun disappeared.

The entire world dimmed.

A massive golden figure streaked across the horizon, breaking the sound barrier, splitting clouds, boiling oceans beneath its flight.

Flame Monarch had arrived.

His roar shook the continent:

"MILAAAAAAN—!!!"

Icebergs shattered.

Frozen mountains cracked.

The Frost Palace shook violently.

Chronoa, who was inside with Milan, felt the ground rumble.

Her eyes widened.

"That aura—!

He's HERE?! Already—?!"

Khushi nearly fell to her knees as the pressure hit.

"He's… he's too strong! Chronoa, the walls—!!"

Cracks spread across the palace walls from pure pressure.

Frost elves fled, animals collapsed, even gods hiding in the realm felt fear ripple through their divine cores.

Flame Monarch slammed into the sky above the palace with a crash that fractured the firmament itself.

He hovered there, wings spread — an entire mountain range of dragon fury.

His golden eyes blazed.

"Where is… my son?"

The world held its breath.

Emilia Arrives… While Dragging Two Dragons Fighting Her

A second shadow streaked across the sky—

Followed by two more.

Blizzards whirled violently behind them, cutting through clouds.

Emilia, still in Frost Monarch Eclipse Form, flew toward the Frost Continent at top speed.

But she wasn't alone.

Behind her, two enormous dragons dangled from her tail and leg:

Sky Dragon Monarch (missing half his scales)

Earth Protector Dragon (face swollen from punches)

Emilia, enraged and embarrassed, yelled mid-flight:

"STOP GRABBING ME, YOU LIZARDS—!!! LET GO BEFORE I FREEZE YOUR BALLS OFF!!!"

Sky Dragon roared back,

"YOU HIT ME FIRST!! I DEMAND A MONARCH DUEL—!!"

Earth Dragon howled,

"YOU FROZE MY EARTH CORE, YOU FROST WITCH—!!!"

Emilia screeched,

"I SAID I'M SORRY—!! GET OFF OR DIE—!!!"

But Flame Monarch's aura hit all three dragons at once.

Both Sky and Earth dragon froze in mid-air, unable to breathe.

Emilia finally shook them off and descended beside Flame Monarch, panting.

"Haah… haah… Okay— we're here!"

Flame Monarch didn't turn to her.

His eyes were locked onto the Frost Palace.

Emilia gulped.

"Right… your son first."

System Warning: Monarch Presence Detected

Suddenly—

A cross-continent alarm echoed across the world.

A mechanical, divine, absolute voice:

"WARNING."

The entire sky turned into glowing runic panels as the world system activated emergency mode.

"TWO MONARCH ENTITIES DETECTED ON SINGLE CONTINENT."

"THREAT LEVEL: ABSOLUTE."

"REALM INTEGRITY AT RISK."

Flame Monarch growled.

"Shut up."

The system ignored him.

"STABILIZER BARRIERS ACTIVATING —

FAILED."

The sky flickered.

The world system spoke again, louder:

"THREE MONARCH ENERGIES DETECTED —

DRAGON MONARCH.

FROST MONARCH.

UNIDENTIFIED AUTHORITY HOLDER."

Chronoa froze inside the palace.

"…Unidentified?"

Khushi whispered:

"Could it be… Milan?"

The system continued:

"REALM WARNING:

IF ALL THREE ENERGIES INTERSECT,

DIMENSIONAL COLLAPSE MAY OCCUR."

Flame Monarch snarled.

"I don't care."

Emilia hissed.

"We need to calm him— he's destabilizing the continent!"

Flame Monarch descended fast, crashing into the courtyard with a roar that shattered the ice beneath him.

Every Frost Elf collapsed instantly from the pressure.

Chronoa shielded Milan with her body.

The palace roof ripped away from the sheer force of the monarch's arrival.

Flame Monarch's massive golden head lowered—

His eyes glowing fiercely.

He finally saw Milan.

Unconscious.

Small.

Weak.

Breathing heavily.

Flame Monarch's jaw trembled.

"…My son."

The temperature rose sharply.

Emilia sensed it—

"Oh no. His rage is rising again—"

The system screamed:

"MONARCH OVERLOAD.

REALM COLLAPSE IMMINENT."

Everything began shaking.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM.

Milan's unconscious body glowed gold and white.

Flame Monarch lowered his head with desperate tenderness—

"Milan… Papa is here."

chapter: A Father's Presence, A Mother's Voice

Flame Monarch and Emilia Must Suppress Their Aura

The ground beneath the Frost Palace shook so violently that entire ice mountains cracked and collapsed into the frozen sea.

Flame Monarch's aura was too much—

too heavy, too ancient, too divine.

The air burned gold.

The ice melted and re-froze in the same breath.

Chronoa shielded Milan desperately.

"Stop—! Both of you!

Your aura alone is crushing him!"

Flame Monarch froze.

His eyes widened when he saw Milan's tiny body trembling, his glowing chest pulsing dangerously fast.

"…My aura… is hurting him?"

Emilia landed beside him, her ice wings folding inward.

"Yes! Monarch aura is too oppressive!

His body can't handle your energy— he's half-conscious!"

The system chimed again, violently:

"MONARCH PRESSURE EXCEEDING LIMIT."

"WORLD SURFACE CRACKING."

"SUPPRESS YOUR PRESENCE IMMEDIATELY."

Flame Monarch's scales flickered.

He clenched his trembling claws, panicked and helpless.

"Suppress…? I can't—!"

Emilia growled, stepping in front of him.

"USE YOUR HUMAN FORM!"

Flame Monarch blinked—then quickly shifted.

WHOOM—

Golden light folded inward, collapsing into a tall, muscular, unbelievably handsome demon-dragon hybrid in royal attire.

The pressure dropped significantly.

But it was still too strong.

Milan whimpered.

Chronoa's eyes widened in fear.

Emilia shoved Flame Monarch's chest hard.

"SUPPRESS MORE!

HE'S NOT A FULL DRAGON—!!

HIDE YOUR CORE, NOW!"

Flame Monarch snarled, frustrated.

"A monarch core cannot be hidden—!"

He staggered—

His knees almost buckled as he forced his own aura inward, compressing it to the smallest possible form.

Golden cracks spread across his skin—

the fire inside him fighting back.

Emilia gasped.

"You're hurting yourself—!"

Flame Monarch grit his teeth.

"I… DON'T CARE.

If it means my son breathes… I'll crush my own core."

Slowly…

Slowly…

His aura shrank.

The ground stopped trembling.

The palace stopped cracking.

The temperature stabilized.

Milan's body relaxed slightly.

Chronoa exhaled in relief.

Emilia wiped sweat from her forehead.

"You did it… Dragon King."

Flame Monarch collapsed to one knee, panting from the strain.

But his eyes never left Milan.

Not for a heartbeat.

"…My son."

He whispered, voice shaking.

"I'm here.

Papa is here."

His Mother's Voice Returns

The moment the danger lowered—

A soft whisper echoed across the courtyard.

Far away.

Yet impossibly close.

Inside Flame Monarch's mind.

"Darling."

Flame Monarch froze.

The voice was gentle—

warm—

filled with love.

He whispered back:

"…Love? You're still connected?"

Her voice echoed again, sad yet steady:

"Yes. Our soul connection remains. You named me… remember?"

He swallowed.

"…Are you safe in the Demon Realm?"

Her answer was delayed—

as if she knew it would hurt him.

"Safe… but sealed."

His breath hitched.

"…Sealed?"

"It's fine… I'm used to the Demon Realm's pressure.

But our child…"

Flame Monarch's eyes widened.

"Milan?"

Her voice cracked slightly.

"He's suffering. I can feel him."

Flame Monarch trembled.

"He's—he's right here. He's unconscious but—"

Then the demoness said something that pierced his heart:

"He needs you more than ever."

Flame Monarch lowered his head, tears falling silently.

"I almost hurt him… with my aura…"

"No."

Her voice firmed.

"You didn't hurt him.

You're the only one who can stabilize him."

Emilia gasped softly.

Chronoa looked shocked.

Flame Monarch whispered:

"…How?"

The demoness's voice softened, as though she were smiling sadly.

"Because he is your child.

His dragon heart… was born responding to your heartbeat."

Flame Monarch froze.

His eyes widened.

"My… heartbeat?"

"Yes."

Her voice sounded like a lullaby carried by starlight.

"If you place your hand on his heart…

and match your breath with his…

his authority will calm."

Emilia whispered to Chronoa:

"He can regulate Milan's core… because they're blood-linked."

Chronoa nodded slowly, realization dawning.

Flame Monarch stood shakily, walking toward Milan with trembling hands.

The demoness whispered one last time:

"Darling…

save him for me."

Her presence faded.

Flame Monarch placed his trembling hand over Milan's glowing heart—

And leaned close.

"…Papa is here."

Milan's glow pulsated once—

as if hearing him.

chapter: The Child of Three Powers Awakens

Milan's Power Clashes With Flame Monarch's Core

Flame Monarch placed his hand over Milan's chest—

a soft, shaking gesture that didn't match the creature capable of destroying continents moments ago.

The golden light beneath Milan's skin pulsed.

Thump—

Thump—

THUMP—!

A deep, ancient heartbeat answered from Flame Monarch's palm.

For a moment—

Everything aligned.

Then the collision hit.

BOOM—!!!

A surge of divine dragon-force shot upward, blasting a hole through the ceiling.

Flame Monarch's eyes widened—

"M-Milan…! Calm down!"

But Milan's heart wasn't listening.

His body arched off the bed, violently jolting.

Golden veins lit up across his arms, chest, neck—

almost like cracks in his skin revealing the fire beneath.

Chronoa snapped forward.

"He's rejecting your aura—!!

The two cores are colliding—!!"

Flame Monarch growled through gritted teeth.

"NO—! They must synchronize! He's my son—!!"

Milan's unconscious voice leaked out, trembling:

"…Papa… hurts…"

Flame Monarch froze entirely.

The strongest being in three realms collapsed emotionally.

"…D-Don't say that. Papa would never hurt you…"

Milan's body jolted again.

Another wave of energy exploded outward—

KRAKOOOOOM—!

The palace floor shattered.

Walls cracked.

Frost elves outside fainted instantly.

Flame Monarch gasped.

"It's his authority—!

It's fighting my core head-on—!!"

Chronoa clenched her fists.

"He's not rejecting you.

He's rejecting the world law inside you."

Flame Monarch's breath halted.

"…Because the world hurt him?"

Chronoa nodded silently.

Flame Monarch's eyes shook.

"…My son…"

He trembled, leaning closer, whispering:

"Let me in… please…"

Milan's glow flickered—

as if confused.

As if torn.

Chronoa Uses Time Authority Fragments

Chronoa stepped in, placing her fingertip on Milan's forehead.

A small, delicate clock sigil glowed.

Not full authority—

just a fragment.

"Chronoa—stop!" Emilia yelled.

"You'll rupture your core—!!"

Chronoa didn't care.

"Milan… listen to me."

Her voice lowered to a soft, trembling whisper.

"You can choose the timeline.

You don't have to fight this moment.

Slow it…

Breathe it…

Let it settle."

Her authority wrapped around Milan like threads of moonlight, slowing the chaotic heartbeat.

Flame Monarch's eyes widened.

"He's calming…? You're helping him absorb my aura?"

Chronoa nodded weakly.

"Yes… but only barely.

He's too strong… even for fragments of Time."

Blood dripped from Chronoa's nose.

Khushi caught her immediately.

"Chronoa—! Stop! You'll die!"

But Chronoa didn't pull back.

"Milan is…

more important."

Her voice cracked.

"He's my—"

She stopped herself.

But the emotion was already there.

Flame Monarch looked at her…

and for a moment…

recognized something.

Respect.

Fear.

And a father's instinctive understanding:

She loves Milan.

Even if it was slow-burning, new, fragile—

It was real.

Emilia Holds The Palace Together

But the palace was collapsing.

The roof cracked.

Walls buckled.

The ground shook like an earthquake.

Emilia growled.

"DAMNIT—! If they break the palace, the Frost Core beneath it will explode!"

She spread her wings—

ECLIPSE FROST SHIELD!

A dome of freezing energy wrapped around the entire structure.

Cracks froze mid-air.

Debris suspended.

Shattered ice reformed.

But Emilia's body shook from the strain.

"I CAN'T… HOLD THIS… LONG—!!!"

Another shockwave burst from Milan's chest.

Emilia screamed:

"ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL ME TOO?!"

Flame Monarch answered through clenched teeth:

"SHUT UP AND HOLD IT, FROST WITCH—!!

MY SON COMES FIRST!"

Emilia screeched back:

"I'M HOLDING A PALACE TOGETHER WHILE YOU DO A DRAGON HEART TRANSFUSION—!!!"

Khushi cried:

"STOP FIGHTING! Milan will hear you both even unconscious—!!"

Flame Monarch and Emilia both shut up immediately.

Chronoa almost laughed despite the blood on her lip.

World System Detects Milan's Awakening

The system voice thundered across the world:

"ALERT."

Everyone froze—

even the dragons outside.

"AUTHORITY HOLDER — AWAKENING."

"IDENTITY: UNKNOWN."

"TARGET: MILAN."

Flame Monarch's pupils widened.

"…Unknown? Why unknown?! He's my son—!!"

The system ignored him.

"AUTHORITY SURGE DETECTED."

"NEW DATA:"

"MULTIPLE AUTHORITIES MERGING."

Chronoa's heart stopped.

Emilia's wings stiffened.

Flame Monarch nearly collapsed.

Khushi whispered:

"Multiple…?

What does that mean…?"

The system answered:

"DRACONIC CORE — DETECTED."

"DEMON FOUNDER CORE — DETECTED."

"AUTHORITY OF POSSIBILITY — ACTIVATED."

"TEMPORAL RESONANCE — TRACE DETECTED."

Everyone froze.

Then the final line dropped:

"WARNING:

THE CHILD—MILAN—IS REWRITING HIS OWN EXISTENCE."

Chronoa's eyes widened in terror.

Flame Monarch's breath froze.

Emilia whispered:

"…He's becoming something else."

The palace filled with light—

Milan's body began to rise—

And a voice, ancient and soft, escaped his lips:

"…Papa… Chronoa… Emilia… Mama…

I'm coming…"

chapter: The Birth of Something Unwritten

Milan Fully Awakens in a New Form

Light swallowed the room.

Not warm light.

Not divine light.

Creation-light.

The kind that births worlds.

Milan's unconscious body lifted from the bed, floating mid-air, spiraling with golden flames, white frost, and shimmering time-fragments. His scales shifted color—

no longer simple lizardfolk scales—

but something more:

shimmering gold

tinted with cosmic black

lined with faint white cracks of time

burning with hidden power

A halo of possibility floated behind his head—

symbols nobody in this realm had ever seen.

Chronoa stumbled backward.

Flame Monarch froze.

Emilia swallowed in fear.

Khushi covered her mouth, trembling.

Milan opened his eyes—

And they glowed.

Not gold.

Not blue.

Not red.

But three colors layered together:

Gold: Flame Monarch

Blue-white: Emilia's frost clan

Void-white: Possibility & Reality Authority

His voice came out soft.

Empty.

Ancient.

"…I see it."

Chronoa stepped forward.

"M-Milan…? Do you recognize me?"

Milan blinked slowly.

When he spoke—

every flame dimmed.

Every ice crystal froze mid-air.

Even Flame Monarch shuddered.

"Chronoa…"

Her eyes welled.

He knew her.

Even in this unstable form—he knew her.

But Milan's voice deepened suddenly—

like two souls overlapped.

"I… am not done aligning."

Light surged again—

And the world shuddered.

Flame Monarch Tries to Assist… and Nearly Dies

Flame Monarch couldn't watch anymore.

He rushed forward, grabbing Milan's shoulders.

"MILAN! Snap out of it!"

But the moment he touched Milan—

SHKKKKKK—!!!

A violent shock tore up his arms.

Flame Monarch's eyes widened.

"What—what is this power—?!"

Milan's aura was so dense, so absolute, so alien—

it rejected even a Monarch King.

Flame Monarch gritted his teeth and forced his dragon core forward—

"COME ON, MILAN—!! IT'S PAPA—!!"

But the aura blasted him backward.

BOOOOOM—!!!

He crashed into the courtyard, carving a massive crater in the ice.

Emilia screamed:

"ARE YOU CRAZY?! THAT'S AN AUTHORITY SURGE—!!"

Flame Monarch coughed, golden blood dripping from his lip.

"H-He's… surpassing dragons…?"

Chronoa yelled from inside the glowing storm:

"IF YOU TOUCH HIM AGAIN YOU'LL DIE—!!"

Flame Monarch wiped his mouth, trembling.

"Let me try again—"

Emilia grabbed his collar, eyes blazing.

"YOU JUST TOOK A HIT THAT COULD KILL A MONARCH!"

Flame Monarch stared at Milan, disbelief trembling in his voice.

"…My son's power… can kill dragons."

Chronoa whispered from within the light:

"…Not just dragons…

Not just demons…

He can rewrite reality."

Flame Monarch felt his knees weaken.

And then—

The system screamed.

The World System Panics & Summons the Creator's Shadow

The sky darkened to pitch black.

All across the world, runic screens expanded, covering the continents.

"WARNING."

"WARNING."

"WARNING."

Frost elves fainted.

Dragons froze mid-flight.

Even gods hid.

Because this was not normal system protocol.

This was the highest possible alert in existence.

"AUTHORITY CONFLICT DETECTED."

"HOST: MILAN."

"SEVERITY: CREATION-LEVEL."

Flame Monarch's eyes widened.

"Creation-level…?!"

Chronoa's breath caught.

"That's… above the gods…"

The system continued:

"WORLD INTEGRITY FAILING."

"DIMENSIONAL WALLS CRACKING."

"MULTIPLE DESTINY PATHS COLLIDING."

Flame Monarch swallowed hard.

"What is happening to my son…?"

The system's voice deepened—

becoming layered, cosmic, distant.

"CREATOR'S SHADOW REQUIRED."

Everything stopped.

The world fell silent.

Every being felt a presence older than reality.

Not fully here.

Not fully awake.

A silhouette appeared in the sky—

featureless, enormous, godlike.

A shadow cast by something far beyond the world.

Emilia gasped.

"That's… that's—"

Chronoa whispered, trembling:

"…The Shadow of the True Creator."

The silhouette lifted a hand—

And the entire world bent around its gesture.

Flame Monarch roared:

"NO—DON'T TOUCH MY CHILD—!!"

But the shadow ignored him.

It pointed at Milan.

A calm, empty, absolute voice echoed:

"This entity…

is not registered in my creation."

Chronoa's blood ran cold.

Emilia's wings froze mid-flap.

Flame Monarch could not breathe.

Milan opened his glowing eyes.

The halo of authority behind him spun faster.

And the Creator's Shadow whispered:

"You… are not written."

chapter: The Child Not Written in Creation

The world trembled.

The sky split like paper.

Time stuttered.

All living creatures bowed under an instinctive, primordial fear.

The Creator's Shadow hovered above the Frost Continent, its silhouette stretching across thousands of kilometers.

Cold.

Empty.

Absolute.

Even Flame Monarch and Emilia felt their hearts tighten, their dragon instincts screaming to flee.

But Milan—

floating within the storm of gold, frost, and cosmic fragments—

opened his glowing eyes.

Milan Responds to the Creator's Shadow

The Creator's Shadow said:

"You are not written."

Milan blinked.

His voice… was layered.

Childlike.

Ancient.

And something else.

"…Not written?"

The shadow's hand moved, scanning him.

"You do not exist in the Book of Origins.

You are outside the structure.

A mistake in reality."

Lightning cracked across the sky.

The ground trembled.

Milan tilted his head slightly.

"…mistake…?"

The halo behind him spun faster.

Chronoa, Emilia, and Flame Monarch felt time itself constrict.

Milan whispered:

"…I don't want to disappear."

The shadow responded instantly:

"All unwritten things must be removed."

Flame Monarch roared:

"NO—!!"

The Creator's Shadow Attempts to Erase Milan

The Shadow raised a single finger.

Reality folded inward.

The air inverted.

Color disappeared.

A beam of pure unmaking formed—

not light, not magic, not law.

Concept Erasure.

Not killing.

Not sealing.

Erasing him from ever having existed.

Chronoa screamed:

"STOP—!!

He's still a child—!!"

The Shadow ignored her.

"ERASURE: BEGIN."

The beam descended.

The Frost Continent shredded under the force.

The sea vanished.

Space warped.

It was aimed straight at Milan's heart.

Milan whispered, terrified:

"…Papa…"

Flame Monarch & Emilia Sacrifice Themselves

Flame Monarch didn't hesitate.

He didn't think.

He moved.

A golden flash.

He threw himself in front of the erasure beam—

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The beam hit him.

SSHHHHH—!!

Golden scales evaporated.

His flesh peeled.

His bones cracked.

Existence burned away.

Flame Monarch roared in agony—

But held.

Emilia screamed and dove beside him.

"YOU IDIOT—YOU CAN'T BLOCK THAT ALONE—!!"

She opened her jaws and unleashed Absolute Zero Breath, mixing with his flame—

Creating a barrier of frost and fire that fought against the erasure.

The Shadow's voice echoed:

"Resistance. Irrational.

You cannot block me."

Flame Monarch's roar shook the heavens.

"SHUT UP—!!

I AM HIS FATHER!!!"

The beam tore through his chest.

Golden blood exploded across the courtyard.

Emilia screeched in pain as the erasure ate half her wing, dissolving it like dust.

But she did not move away.

She pressed her horn against Flame Monarch's, channeling her power.

"I-I won't let you do this alone."

Flame Monarch coughed blood.

"Emilia—!!

Get out of the way—!!!"

She roared back:

"I AM HIS AUNT—!!!

AND I CHOSE TO STAY!!!"

Together—

frost and flame—

they blocked the impossible.

But they were losing.

Their bodies shook violently.

Their souls shrieked.

Their minds dimmed.

The erasure beam began to push through—

And Milan watched his father and Emilia break in front of him.

"…Papa…

Aunt Emilia…"

He reached a trembling hand toward them.

The Shadow whispered:

"UNWRITTEN MUST BE ERASED."

The beam grew stronger.

Flame Monarch's knees buckled.

Emilia's breath stuttered.

Everything was seconds from ending—

When time cracked.

Chronoa's Time Authority Awakens Fully

Chronoa felt Milan's terror through their bond.

She felt Flame Monarch's despair.

Emilia's agony.

The world breaking.

Her eyes snapped open—

And the clock sigil inside her exploded.

CRRRRRRRRAACK—!!!

Time froze.

Literally.

The erasure beam halted mid-air.

Flame Monarch's blood stopped falling.

Emilia's ice shards suspended.

Milan's breath stuck halfway in his throat.

Chronoa stood in the center of the storm—

eyes shining with pure white time.

Clocks turned.

Stars reversed.

Light moved backward.

Her voice deepened, ancient and raw:

"I will not let my story end here."

She stepped forward—

Time bending around her feet.

The Shadow turned slowly.

"Impossible.

A TIME GOD?

NO SUCH ENTITY EXISTS."

Chronoa lifted her hand.

A massive time-wheel formed behind her—

gold, white, and black—

turning in all directions at once.

Her hair lifted, glowing silver.

Her voice echoed with the weight of eternity:

"YOU.

WILL.

NOT.

TOUCH.

MILAN."

The world began rewinding.

The erasure beam shrank backward.

Flame Monarch's wounds reversed slightly.

Emilia's wing began to reform.

Chronoa screamed as blood streamed from her eyes.

She was forcing future, past, and present to fight the Creator's command.

The Shadow boomed:

"YOU DEFY CREATION ITSELF."

Chronoa roared back—

"I DEFY ANYONE WHO HURTS HIM."

The sky shattered.

Reality twisted.

Time itself buckled.

Flame Monarch looked at Chronoa in awe and terror.

"…She's… she's becoming…

a TIME MONARCH…"

Emilia gasped.

"No…

She's becoming something higher."

Milan, suspended in the air, whispered weakly:

"…Chronoa…"

The Shadow raised its hand again.

Chronoa lifted hers.

Two absolute powers collided—

And the dimension cracked into a thousand pieces.

chapter: When Time Defies Creation Itself

The sky above the Frost Continent shattered into a mosaic of broken dimensions.

The Creator's Shadow, towering and endless, turned its faceless head toward Chronoa—

the tiny girl now glowing with a white cosmic clock behind her.

The world held its breath.

The Creator's Shadow Fights Chronoa Directly

The Shadow raised its hand.

Chronoa didn't wait.

CHRAAAANG—!!!

She struck first.

Time compressed around her fist, enough force to age stars into dust.

She punched upward—

shattering the shadow's lower arm into fragments of light.

The Shadow recoiled.

"A TEMPORAL SOURCE…

DEFYING ME?"

Chronoa stepped forward, her aura tearing holes in the frozen courtyard.

Her voice cracked into a hundred echoes:

"I DEFY ANYONE WHO THREATENS HIM!"

The Shadow descended instantly—

A blow that could erase the concept of impact itself.

Chronoa caught it with both hands.

The pressure shattered her arms.

But time reversed instantly, restoring them.

The Shadow's voice boomed:

"YOU CANNOT HOLD AGAINST ME.

YOU ARE NOT WRITTEN TO EXIST AT THIS LEVEL."

Chronoa smiled, bleeding from her eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Then I'll write myself."

She twisted her wrist—

Time Reversal Field —

Complete Temporal Lock.

The Shadow froze.

Its movement halted fully, caught in Chronoa's domain.

But only for one second.

The Shadow broke free—

SHHHHHHHH—!!!

A beam of annihilation fired point-blank at Chronoa.

She braced—

But she wasn't the one hit.

Milan Awakens Fully to Protect Chronoa

A golden blur moved first.

BOOOOOOOOM—!!!

Milan appeared in front of her—

like a comet erupting with cosmic and draconic power.

His new form fully revealed:

White-gold hair flowing like starlight

Cracked time patterns etched on his arms

Dragon-scale streaks around his spine

Eyes glowing three-layered: gold, frost-blue, and void-white

A faint aura of possibility bending the air

He caught the annihilation beam with one hand.

Barehanded.

The ground beneath him disintegrated.

But he held.

Chronoa gasped, trembling.

"M-Milan—!! You're—"

He glanced back.

A small smile.

"Sorry I worried you… Chronoa."

Her heart almost stopped.

The Creator's Shadow analyzed him.

"CONTRADICTION DETECTED.

AUTHORITY MERGE COMPLETE.

ENTITY IS NEITHER WRITTEN NOR UNWRITTEN."

Milan spread his wings—

gold and frost blending into a cosmic gradient.

He stepped forward with absolute calm.

"…Don't touch her."

The Shadow paused.

"YOU… DEFEND TIME ITSELF?"

Milan raised his hand.

A ripple of existence bent around him.

"I defend the one who touched my heart first."

Chronoa froze.

Her face turned pure red.

Even the Creator's Shadow stood silent for a moment.

Then it struck—

FWOOM—!!!

The world screamed.

Milan pushed Chronoa behind him and countered—

CRACK—!!!

Reality shattered on impact.

The shockwave vaporized mountains.

But Milan held his ground.

The Shadow recoiled.

"IMPOSSIBLE."

Milan's voice deepened, becoming layered with his dragon and demon heritage:

"Nothing is impossible."

Flame Monarch's Core Collapses Trying to Shield Them

Flame Monarch staggered to his feet.

He could barely stand.

His scales cracked.

His core fractured from blocking erasure.

But when he saw the Shadow preparing a second strike—

He roared and charged.

"NOT AGAIN—!!!

I WON'T LET YOU TOUCH HIM!!"

He forced his broken core to ignite—

GOD-FLAME ASCENSION!!!

His entire body burned gold—

like a second sun rising.

Chronoa screamed:

"MONARCH—STOP—!!

YOUR CORE CAN'T TAKE IT—!!"

But Flame Monarch ignored her.

His core fully cracked—

KRAKOOM—!!!

A wave of fire washed across the sky, colliding with the Shadow.

The Shadow tanked it—

but was pushed back several meters.

Flame Monarch coughed golden blood.

His core flickered—

moments from explosion.

Emilia froze.

"…He's trying to burn his entire existence to protect them."

The Shadow raised its hand.

"YOU WILL DIE POINTLESSLY."

Flame Monarch smiled weakly.

"Then… let me die with purpose."

The Shadow struck.

The blow shattered half of Flame Monarch's ribs.

His core cracked open completely.

He fell to one knee—

Barely conscious.

Milan's eyes widened.

"PAPA!!!"

Flame Monarch groaned:

"I-I'm fine… keep fighting… my son…"

He wasn't fine.

He was seconds from death.

Emilia's heart shattered seeing him like that.

She made her decision.

Emilia Releases Her Forbidden Frost-Star Form

Emilia stepped forward.

Silent.

Calm.

Terrifying.

The frost around her feet cracked, creating a massive sigil of blue-white cosmic ice.

Flame Monarch's eyes widened in panic.

"EMILIA—!!

DON'T—!!"

But she ignored him.

Her body glowed—

blue star-patterns forming across her skin.

Her wings expanded into a single crystalline star formation.

Chronoa whispered in horror:

"…Frost-Star Form…

but that technique kills the user…"

Emilia smiled softly.

"Then let it kill me."

She locked eyes with Milan.

Her voice gentle.

"Don't cry, little hatchling. Auntie will take care of the monster."

Milan's eyes widened, trembling.

"A-Aunt Emilia—DON'T—!"

Too late.

Emilia whispered the activation:

"FROST STAR:

ABSOLUTE EXTINCTION FORM."

The temperature dropped to absolute zero.

Ocean froze in a second.

Dead stars reappeared in the sky.

The Creator's Shadow stepped back—

Its first sign of surprise.

"IMPOSSIBLE.

THIS LEVEL OF FROST SHOULD NOT EXIST."

Emilia laughed bitterly.

"You gods really don't know dragons at all."

She spread her arms.

Her body burned with cosmic frost.

"I won't let my nephew lose anything ever again."

She aimed herself at the Shadow—

Ready to die.

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