Location: Sanctuary Eternum – Throne Hall, 12:00 Midnight
The world believed Damon Black was dead.
News feeds blared headlines:
"Phantom Declared Dead After Jet Explosion – No Survivors."
"International Holdings Frozen – Dracas Corporation Collapses?"
They were lies.
Lies Damon paid to engineer.
And they worked.
Because while the world mourned a myth… he stood in the heart of a fortress they'd never find.
System Sync – Final Disappearance Protocol: Executed
Check-In Complete
– Global Status: OFF-GRID
– Dracas Holdings: Fully decentralized
– Legal & Underworld Assets: Autonomous
– AI Control Level: Maximum
– Public Perception: Damon Black, Nova, Arielle, and Elina presumed dead
System Note:
"They cannot kill what no longer exists.
And now… your legacy begins in silence."
Scene: The Nursery Awakens
The central chamber of Sanctuary Eternum pulsed with life.
Three cradles.
Three bloodline markers glowing above each.
A warm current of supernatural energy cycling through the floor, walls, air.
ARCHAIOS monitored every shift in the queens' vitals.
Projected delivery date: exactly 30 days.
All three children—to be born on the same day.
"Perfect synchronicity," the AI confirmed.
"This was not biology.
This was fate."
Scene: The Queens Together
Nova, Arielle, and Elina sat wrapped in warmth and moonlight.
All carried differently—Nova with steady calm, Arielle with bold intensity, Elina with quiet glow.
But all of them shared a smile.
"We disappear now," Nova said.
"But one day, the world will feel us again."
Arielle touched her belly.
"When our daughters rise… the fire will return."
Elina nodded softly.
"And our son will be the calm before the storm."
Scene: Damon's Final Command to ARCHAIOS
In the control chamber, Damon gave the system its final instruction.
"Begin Eternal Guard Mode.
From this day forward… we do not live in the world.
We live above it."
ARCHAIOS confirmed.
Dracas global systems continued—silently funding wars, redirecting power, collapsing rivals—but no one knew who was behind the curtain.
Damon's empire… had become legend.
Final Scene – A Day Written in Flame
Damon walked to the nursery and pressed his palm to the center wall.
A golden pulse rippled across the glass.
Caelan. Azra. Liora.
Their names etched into time.
He whispered:
"Thirty days from now… you arrive.
Together.
Sovereigns not of this world.
But of every world that follows."
Behind him, his wives stood. Silent. Glowing. Complete.
And beneath their feet?
A legacy older than kingdoms…
and stronger than death.