Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 212: Beneath the Twin Suns of Volarth

"After all, the only reason you’re even sitting on that throne is because the Hybrids don’t want it.

They’ve chosen to leave this universe’s affairs in our hands because they’re busy with other things, not because you have any true claim to power.

They are higher-dimensional beings—Supreme entities who possess Power Cosmic. Your throne? Your titles? They mean nothing to them."

The silence that followed was deafening. Even the universe itself seemed to hold its breath, as though recognizing the truth in Malecor’s words.

There was no denying the reality—Estea, and those aligned with it held the true power in the universe. And standing at the very top of Estea’s hierarchy were the Hybrids, the same ones whose de facto leader chose who got to be a Main Entity and who didn’t as he pleased.

Malecor crossed his arms, his energy stabilizing for a moment as he spoke one final time.

"So, you can either adapt or be left behind. But don’t delude yourselves into thinking you have control over the future. That right belongs to the Hybrids."

He turned around and was about to leave after saying his piece, not bothered with anything they had to say in response when the light of remembrance crossed his eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot.

You guys do have some rather interesting plans I’ve managed to piece together. While I’m not fully sure what dangerous waters you’re dabbling in, I’d advise you to stop."

A beat passed, his gaze scanning the four entities as though weighing their resolve. Then he added with a hint of amusement.

"Though, telling you to stop won’t do much, will it? So, I suppose we’ll have to do things the hard way."

Malecor turned on his heel and began walking away and seeing this, Eldros frowned and called out in a voice sharp with Authority.

|Come back here Malecor. I called you for a meeting and you think you can come, say what you want and leave as you please! |

Malecor’s laughter echoed back in response to Eldros’ words, dark and mocking.

"Meeting? Oh, Please.

You four should know you’re the only ones going along with this madness. The other two non-Esteans who hold Main Entity seats aren’t here. That alone should be proof they’re not on board with your insanity."

His pace was unhurried, his back still turned to them as he continued walking and spoke with a teasing edge to his tone.

"My next location might not amuse you, though. I’m heading to Volarth."

At the mention of the planet, their eyes widened. They all knew Volarth—an Apex world, just like Estea. Though Estea was the undisputed powerhouse, Volarth held a different significance.

It was the capital planet of the Argent Empire, Jaime and Miranda’s latest project in their eternal game of playing Emperors.

Malecor’s smile was almost feral as he added.

"A little birdie told me that Miranda Scott was in the area recently."

Realization hit them like a thunderclap at his words. He was going to rat them out!

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. Power swelled from the four entities, their energy converging in an attempt to restrain Malecor.

Eldros, raised his arm and his hand swelled to titanic proportions, trying to grasp Malecor within its powerful grip.

But Malecor didn’t even break his stride. He flexed his aura, and with a burst of imperceptible energy, their attacks were blown apart and Eldros’ hand was knocked back.

"?!"

This gesture made Eldros’ eyes widen in disbelief. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Cosmic energy... You’ve achieved cosmic superiority!"

Malecor finally stopped, turning slightly to glance over his shoulder, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

"I have surpassed the Peak of the Universe. That means my seat as a main entity is soon to be vacant.

After all, the rules laid down by the Hybrids state that those who surpass the Universe should leave such matters to those who have not."

He turned fully now, his eyes gleaming with the power of someone who had seen beyond the limits of their reality.

"Becoming a Primogenial has granted me clarity. Your petty squabbles? They’re meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Especially when the Hybrids are involved."

Without another word, he turned his back on them again and resumed his walk, leaving the hall with an air of finality.

The four main entities were left behind, their expressions dark, their powers simmering with frustration. Eldros clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in barely suppressed rage.

"We must find her...We must find the Witch of Mercury as fast as possible. Only once we have her, and the information she possesses, can we stand a chance against the Hybrids."

The others nodded, grim understanding passing between them and Eldros’ voice dropped to a deadly whisper.

"They may be immortal... they may not be able to die... but they can definitely be sealed away."

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Capital Planet Volarth

Argent O1 System

Egeon Galaxy

Orilan Realm

November 18th

Year 2018

Malecor stepped through a shimmering Void Gate, the fabric of space bending as he emerged on the surface of Volarth.

The towering spires of the Argent Empire’s capital loomed ahead, their glistening peaks reflecting the bright, unfiltered light of the planet’s twin suns.

As his boots touched the ground, the familiar hum of security checks greeted him. He glanced up to see the automated sentries and guards moving into position, prepared to process him.

But before the formalities could proceed, a familiar figure stepped forward: Althalos, the Paladin—the same man Miranda had summoned on Zotov months ago.

The man’s black hair was styled in a neat, short manner, highlighting his sharp facial features and golden eyes. His face, however, wore an unreadable expression as he regarded Malecor with a raised brow.

"Malecor, what are you doing here?"

With a disarming smile, Malecor greeted him, his tone light and familiar.

"Ah, Althalos, long time no see. Just here for, you know, a friendly visit."

He began walking toward the paladin with a casual air, but Althalos just narrowed his eyes slightly. He gave a brief glance to the security officers who were hesitating on whether to run the checks on Malecor and with a single raised hand, Althalos waved them off, his attention fixed entirely on Malecor.

"What’s the real reason you’re here?"

Althalos asked, his voice quieter but no less serious and Malecor sighed, dropping the playful facade.

"I came to speak with Lady Miranda."

A heavy silence followed his words, the weight of the request settling between them. Althalos considered for a moment, then turned on his heel and spoke curtly.

"Follow me."

The two made a short journey to the Imperial Castle where the thrones of Argent’s Rulers were located. When they reached the throne hall, Malecor was greeted by a sight far from the regal grandeur expected of such a place.

A Race King lay on the floor, bloodied all over and writhing in pain as purple flames licked at his skin, burning him from the inside out.

Around him stood several Army Generals, all High-Tier Deities, their faces etched with strained expressions. And there, at the centre of the room, stood Miranda, two fingers pressed to her forehead in exasperation.

"Think, people, think!!!

That world you attacked—it was the slumbering ground of a Beast of the END. What made you think attacking it was a good idea?

You’re just giving me more work. I have you as subordinates so I don’t have to deal with this nonsense, and yet your actions are resulting in the opposite.

You’re making me reconsider my choices in putting you in these positions."

Her words struck like lightning, and the deities standing around her paled. All Miranda needed was a word and they’d lose their positions of authority, so it stood to reason that they were scared of her making such statements.

Miranda sighed deeply, then turned, her gaze immediately locking onto Malecor.

"Malecor? When the hell did that happen?"

It was clear she had already sensed the man’s recently attained partial Cosmic Superiority as well as his Existence Realm that had surpassed the Peak of the Universe.

Bowing slightly, Malecor answered.

"A few years ago, my lady."

Miranda raised a brow at the revelation, making a mental note of it. Before she could speak further, Malecor continued.

"I have another issue to raise, concerning Eldros and the others."

However, Miranda cut him off with an unhesitant reply.

"Whatever those fools are doing doesn’t concern me."

She said, dismissing the matter with a wave of her hand. Miranda didn’t have any desire to add anything to her plate right now.

"I need to wrap things up here so I can get back to Jaime. I’ve been away for nine months now. Nine months, people! I’m starving—literally starving. I’m Jaime-deficient!"

The room fell deathly silent at her outburst, the Deities looking at one another but saying nothing. They all knew about her and Jaime’s relationship so they understood this was simply how Miranda was.

Miranda exhaled sharply, then turned to Malecor, her expression growing serious. She inhaled deeply, and when she spoke again, it wasn’t in her usual voice.

It was with her True Voice.

|RICHARD CATHEDRAL! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!|

Her words boomed across space-time, her voice resonating across dimensions. However, only those at a certain level of Existence could hear the frequency with which she spoke.

It only took a few seconds before space itself ripped open, and one of Richard’s clones stepped through. His true self was far away, so he had sent this clone that he usually kept on Volrath to respond.

"Woman, what the fuck?!"

Richard shouted as he appeared, clearly unamused. But Miranda just pointed to Malecor and dumped the matter onto Richard.

"Handle him. Pick his replacement. I have more important things to deal with."

And with that, Miranda turned on her heel and marched out of the room, her focus already shifting back to the only thing that truly mattered to her—getting back Jaime.

Richard, left standing there with Malecor, gave a deep sigh, rubbing his temples at the unnecessary task that fell onto his shoulders.

"goddammit. Now what..."