Mason stood at the heart of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping across the shifting chaos around him. Smoke curled in the air, thick and heavy, carrying the scent of scorched earth and blood. The clash of metal and the sharp cries of warriors filled the night, but Mason remained calm his mind razor-sharp, his focus unbreakable.The Emperors had finally revealed their full force, but Mason had expected this. In the past, they had overwhelmed their enemies with sheer might, executing their strategies with terrifying precision. But Mason was no ordinary foe. He had spent his time preparing for this confrontation, gathering intelligence, analyzing their weaknesses, and constructing a counter-strategy that would turn their confidence into their downfall.Across the battlefield, the Emperors stood in a formidable formation, their presence an undeniable force of power. Each one commanded legions of elite warriors, moving with synchronized efficiency. This was no ordinary skirmish this was an

Mason's body tensed as the darkness enveloped him. It wasn’t the emptiness of unconsciousness it was something deeper, something alive. A force pulsed through the void, wrapping around him like an unseen current, tugging at something inside him that he didn’t yet understand.Then, he heard it.A heartbeat.Not his own.It echoed like a drum, slow and deliberate, reverberating through the void like a distant storm. The sound sent shivers down his spine.And then, a voice followed."You were never meant to be here."Mason clenched his fists, his breath steady despite the overwhelming weight of the unseen force pressing down on him. "Who are you?"The voice hummed in amusement."The better question is… who are you?"The void shifted. Images flashed before Mason’s eyes moments from his past, but distorted. He saw himself fighting, training, struggling. But in each vision, something was wrong.In some, he was absent. In others, he was… different.A version of him stood at the top of a burn

Mason’s body ached, the gunshot wound burning through his side like fire. But the pain wasn’t the worst of it.He had been played.The host he had fought so hard to free the one he had risked everything for wasn’t just another victim.They were a weapon.Depay’s laughter echoed through the battlefield. "You always think you're one step ahead, don’t you, Mason?"Mason’s jaw clenched as he forced himself to stay upright. His vision swam, but his mind was already working through possibilities.He needed to understand what was happening and fast.The freed host no, the imposter staggered forward, eyes flickering between human and something... else."I didn’t lie," they said, voice layered with something inhuman. "I did need help. But you were never meant to survive saving me."Mason exhaled slowly, steadying his breath. "So this was your plan? Play the victim, make me drop my guard, and then what? Betray me?"The imposter smirked. "Not just betray you. Consume you."And before Mason could

The chamber erupted into chaos the moment the battle began. The force of the Emperors' unleashed powers sent cracks splintering across the stone floor. Pillars groaned under the immense pressure, dust and debris swirling into the air as if the entire room was coming alive to witness their fight. The atmosphere itself trembled as energy clashed violently, creating arcs of power that lit up the darkened chamber.Mason barely dodged a blast of crimson energy as Depay lunged toward him, his movements nearly imperceptible. The air rippled with force as Mason sidestepped at the last second, feeling the heat of the attack skim past his cheek. Depay followed up with a vicious strike, his arm infused with raw power, aiming to take Mason down in one decisive blow.But Mason was ready.He countered with a strike of his own, his fists crackling with an aura of energy that pulsed with an unfamiliar intensity. Their attacks met in a violent collision, sending a shockwave through the chamber that kn

The void trembled as golden energy rippled outward from Mason, cutting through the suffocating darkness. The battlefield had shifted not just in location, but in meaning. This was no longer a battle of strength alone. This was a war of fates, a fight to determine who controlled the very fabric of their world.Depay’s expression darkened, but beneath his fury, there was something else a flicker of disbelief. He had calculated every possible scenario, every path Mason could have taken. And yet, Mason had made a choice he hadn’t foreseen.“You dare defy the cycle?” Depay’s voice rumbled like thunder, his presence growing heavier with each passing second. The air around him crackled with dark energy, forming jagged arcs that spread like veins across the fractured battlefield. “You think a single moment of rebellion can rewrite the destiny carved in stone?”Mason held his ground. His newly awakened power coursed through him, setting his veins alight with an energy that felt both familiar a