The golden palace of the gods now lay in ruins.
Once, it had been a place of absolute authority.
A sanctuary where mortals cowered before the divine.
But now—
It belonged to Leonhardt Valtara.
Step. Step. Step.
His boots echoed through the grand hall as he approached the throne of the gods.
Celestia walked beside him, a mischievous smile on her lips.
Evelyn followed behind, her heart pounding.
The divine warriors, once proud, now knelt in submission.
Leonhardt reached the throne.
He turned—facing the crowd of former enemies.
And then—
He sat.
A new ruler.
A tyrant above gods.
Leonhardt rested his arm on the golden throne.
His crimson eyes scanned the room.
"From this day forward, the era of the gods is over."
Silence.
The divine warriors lowered their heads.
They knew it was true.
"This throne—this kingdom—now belongs to the Valtara Empire."
Celestia giggled beside him. "Fufufu~ Our empire has expanded quite beautifully, hasn't it?"
Leonhardt smirked. "Of course."
Evelyn clenched her fists.
She had once fought against him.
But now—she stood beside him.
Her heart felt conflicted.
Yet, when she looked at him…
She could not deny the undeniable.
Leonhardt was the true ruler.
The divine kingdom collapsed.
The last remnants of the gods faded.
And the Valtara Empire…
Became the most powerful force in existence.
Leonhardt sat on the throne—his expression unreadable.
The war was over.
But his conquest had just begun.
The war against the divine had ended.
But peace was never Leonhardt's goal.
Inside the grand hall of the Valtara War Council, the strongest figures of the empire gathered.
Celestia sat on Leonhardt's lap, tracing a finger along his chest.
Evelyn stood near the table, her expression serious.
The Valtara family heads, battle-hardened generals, and legendary beast tamers awaited their emperor's decree.
"The gods have fallen," Leonhardt began, his voice calm yet commanding. "But our enemies still exist."
A holographic map projected in the air, showing the vast lands of the world.
Three major factions remained.
1. The Holy Alliance – remnants of the hero factions, desperately regrouping.
2. The Eastern Sovereigns – powerful beast tamers ruling the eastern continents.
3. The Abyssal Order – a hidden force that once served the gods.
Celestia smirked. "Fufufu~ Which one shall we crush first, Darling?"
Leonhardt's gaze swept across the room.
"The Holy Alliance."
Evelyn's heart tensed.
She knew many of them—former comrades, old friends.
But there was no turning back now.
Leonhardt's rule was absolute.
Meanwhile, within the crumbling remains of the Holy City, desperate voices filled the air.
"Leonhardt won't stop until we're erased!!"
"We must fight back!!"
The last surviving hero generals gathered in the ruined cathedral.
Their leader—a man once hailed as the second coming of the gods—stood with a determined gaze.
"We will make our final stand here."
But deep inside—
They all knew the truth.
Their enemy wasn't just a man.
He was a monster.
Leonhardt stood at the front of his army.
Celestia rode beside him, her crimson eyes glowing with excitement.
Evelyn, conflicted yet resolved, prepared her summoned beast for war.
The sky turned black as the Valtara Empire's forces began their march.
And soon—
The final remnants of the old world would fall.