Against The Eternity Chapter 3: [2] Chapter - 1: Inheritance of God Emperors (Part 2/3)

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[2] Chapter - 1: Inheritance of God Emperors (Part 2/3) The demon and the mysterious man appeared without warning, emerging from a swirling distortion in the broken void. Their arrival was silent, but the space around them trembled as if recognising their terrible presence. Below them, two shattered figures—one white-haired man and one red-haired demon—floated helplessly, their bodies cracked, torn, and drained after the brutal battle that had devastated the area. Without hesitation, the two newcomers thrust their swords into the chests of the white-haired man and red-haired demon. The moment the blades pierced flesh, faint wisps of soul energy scattered into the void like sparks drifting into darkness. The two dying warriors, who moments earlier had shaken the void with their power, could do nothing but allow their broken souls to flee. The demon bent down, grabbing the limp body of the red-haired demon. He stored it in a spatial ring with a flick of his wrist. Blood still seeped from several wounds on the corpse, staining the demon’s fingers. “They ran with their souls,” he said, his voice deep and rough. He reached again and stored the white-haired man’s body as well. “Even in this condition, they managed to escape.” The mysterious man looked around the shattered void. The traces of the battle were everywhere—thousands of kilometres of fractured space, floating debris of shattered moons, and the lingering pressure of near-godly ki. He remained expressionless as he observed the remnants. “Let them run,” the man said calmly. “We obtained what we needed. Their souls may have survived, but they are completely broken. They cannot repair themselves now.” His eyes gleamed coldly. “They will die anyway.” The demon nodded in agreement. There was no need to chase after crippled souls; the void itself would devour them in time. Their mission was complete. Without speaking further, the two figures opened separate spatial rifts. The rifts expanded into black, swirling entrances, humming with unstable energy. They stepped through, vanishing from the ruined battlefield as the rifts closed behind them. Silence returned to the void. But two broken souls fled into the unknown. --- [500 YEARS LATER] Its mountains speared the clouds with austere indifference, their snow-capped crowns glinting like ancient diadems. Rivers, silver and serpentine, carved their patient signatures across sweeping plains, nourishing kingdoms that glittered like scattered jewels under the sun. Cities rose behind fortified walls, markets roared with commerce, and banners of rival empires snapped in disciplined wind. Five centuries had passed since the cataclysmic clash between Avrah, the white-haired sovereign, and Dashirsur, the red-haired demon. Time, meticulous and unsentimental, had erased nearly every scar of that divine war, leaving only myths whispered in temple halls and dismissed as embellished folklore. Kraunca was divided with deliberate symmetry—north, south, east, west, and the central heartland. Of these, the southern region stood unrivalled in prosperity. Known across the continent as the Land of Empires, it housed three colossal powers: the Chul Empire in the east, the Mati Empire at the centre and the Shambh Empire in the west. Each empire was buttressed by intricate networks of factions—noble houses, merchant guilds, cultivation factions, and military orders—woven into a delicate yet competitive equilibrium. Merchants traded artifacts rumoured to enhance prana, and warriors trained relentlessly, driven by the unyielding doctrine that strength dictated survival. While the eastern, central, and western expanses were governed by humanity, the northern frontier belonged wholly to demons. Towering citadels of obsidian and flame marked their dominion. Though no great war had erupted in centuries, the silence between the two races was not peace but restraint—an unspoken acknowledgement that the next spark could ignite catastrophe. In Kraunca, power was the