The sky over the Sanctum ruins was dark with stormclouds.
Not weather.
Divine judgment.
Velda stood on the outer wall, her eyes locked on the sky as a shimmering golden symbol appeared above the entire region.
Claire gasped. "That's a Holy Brand… That means—"
Zara grinned. "They finally noticed."
A voice echoed across the sky, shaking the trees, the earth, even the soul.
"Lucius Nachtveil. You are hereby named a Global Anathema."
"Your name is stricken from all divine texts."
"You are no longer human, nor demon, nor mortal—"
"You are Tyrant."
---
Lucius stood in the courtyard, arms crossed.
He didn't flinch. Didn't speak.
Just watched as thousands of holy scripts ignited in the air above him and shattered like glass.
One by one, he was erased from the heavens.
And still—he smiled.
---
> [World Event: Judgment Passed]
You have been marked as the first Global Threat in 400 years.
All Divine Factions may now engage without consequence.
All Villain Factions will begin watching you. Some may kneel.
---
Ariadne stood beside him. "They fear you."
Lucius nodded. "They should."
Velda descended from the wall, laughing. "This is the part where most people cry. You just look like you're enjoying it."
Lucius turned to her. "I'm finally being treated like what they made me into. No more masks."
Claire walked up with her staff gripped tight. "If they send another Chosen…"
"They will," Lucius said.
And they did.
---
From the clouds, a figure descended.
White cloak. Twin blades. No wings. Just presence.
The girls instantly tensed. Even Ariadne took a defensive stance.
"Who is that?" Claire asked.
Velda whispered, "That's not a Seraph."
Lilith stepped forward. "That's worse."
Zara growled.
Lucius recognized him.
Aven Lior.
The last Chosen Hero Lucius never managed to defeat in his past life.
And the only one who never broke… or bowed.
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> [Boss Encounter Incoming: Aven Lior – The Untouched Blade]
Level: Unknown
Affiliation: Divine Order – Absolute Execution Division
Status: Calm | Dangerous | Focused only on Lucius
---
Aven landed. Looked only at Lucius.
"You're stronger than before," he said.
Lucius tilted his head. "You're older."
Aven blinked once. "I came here to kill you, Tyrant. No sermons. No politics. Just the end."
Lucius drew his sword. "Good. I'm tired of speeches."
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> [World Status Updated: The Tyrant's Reign Has Begun]
Factions now must choose: Bow, Hunt, or Burn.