The sky above Asteria — World 2 was breaking apart.
Crimson fractures spread across the heavens, tearing open space itself as waves of violent energy rained down onto a battlefield already consumed by chaos.
Below—
War.
Not a skirmish.
Not a clash.
A war between worlds.
The allied forces of the Ten Worlds stood united:
Sect warriors
Veteran cultivators
Longtime comrades who had fought side by side for years At their center—
A married pair.
🐉 Jake Kent & Sarah Kent
Husband and wife.
Partners in battle.
Standing at:
👉 Dragon Level — Peak Stage
The absolute peak of mortal cultivation.
Jake moved like an unbreakable force, each strike sending shockwaves through the battlefield, crushing Diabolical Hell Yates and tearing through packs of Hell Hounds.
Beside him, Sarah fought like a storm unleashed—her movements precise, deadly, unstoppable.
Even the massive Devouring Spine Pythons fell before her.
“Hold the line!” Jake’s voice roared across the battlefield.
Their allies answered immediately.
A wall of cultivators surged forward, pushing the demonic tide back step by step.
They were winning.
But deep within the demon ranks—
A presence lingered.
Watching.
A Demon General.
Wounded.
Calculating.
And afraid.
Jake’s gaze snapped toward him.
“He’s trying to run.”
Before anyone could intercept—
Space tore open.
A jagged rift swallowed the general whole.
Gone.
World 10 — Noctis Dominion
The rift tore open—
And the Demon General crashed onto the obsidian floor, his body broken, his aura flickering like a dying flame.
Before him stood the throne.
And upon it—
👑 Demon King vercold Noctis
The general forced himself up, trembling, barely able to remain upright.
“M-My King… I—”
“You failed.”
The words fell like a verdict.
Calm.
Cold.
Final.
The general’s face drained of all color.
“N-No—please—Your Majesty, give me another chance! The enemy—they had two Dragon Peak cultivators leading them, we were overwhelmed, I—”
A flick.
That was all.
No buildup.
No warning.
The general’s body froze mid-plea—
Then collapsed into nothing.
Erased.
As if he had never existed.
Silence flooded the throne hall.
The other subordinates—monstrous beings, twisted and powerful—did not move.
But every single one of them felt it.
That quiet, creeping fear. vercold leaned back slightly.
Then, with slow contempt—
He spat onto the black stone floor.
“Pathetic.”
A pause.
Heavy.
“I have no use for incompetent fools.”
No one dared speak.
No one dared breathe too loudly.
Then—
He raised his hand.
From the void, darkness condensed into a shifting, jagged crystal.
A Void Observation Crystal.
With a slight motion of his fingers—
The battlefield of Asteria — World 2 came into view.
He watched.
Demons falling.
Armies collapsing.
His forces—driven back.
And then—
He saw them.
Jake Kent.
Sarah Kent.
His eyes narrowed.
Then—
Slowly—
They turned bloodshot.
“Inconceivable…”
The word slipped out low and sharp.
“Two mere mortals…”
His voice darkened, rising slightly.
“At the Dragon Level… at the very Peak…”
His grip tightened.
The crystal trembled violently.
“…dared to stop my advance?”
The air in the throne room warped.
Pressure built.
Reality itself seemed to bend under his anger.
Then his gaze shifted slightly.
Toward Sarah.
He paused.
And for the first time—
There was something deeper than anger.
Something colder.
“…and one of them…”
His voice dropped.
Sharp.
Disbelieving.
“…is carrying a child?”
The crystal cracked faintly at the edges.
“How Fu*king , Disgusting.”
A beat.
Then louder—
Fury bleeding through restraint:
“Inconceivable.”
A step forward.
The entire throne hall trembled.
“Inconceivable!”
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Because every being in that room understood one thing:
The Demon King had taken this personally.
“I will deal with them myself.”
Back to Asteria — World 2
The war had ended.
For now.
The battlefield was quiet—if such a place could ever truly be called quiet.
The demon forces had been:
Slaughtered
Driven back
Erased
Allies moved across the ruins:
Helping the wounded
Calling out for survivors
Mourning the dead
Jake stood still, scanning the horizon.
Then—
A sharp breath behind him.
He turned instantly.
“Sarah?”
She stood frozen.
One hand pressed tightly against her stomach.
Her expression strained—pain breaking through her usual composure.
Jake rushed to her side.
“I told you not to push yourself this hard,” he said, worry cutting through his voice.
“You shouldn’t have been fighting at full strength—especially now—”
Sarah looked at him.
Her eyes steady.
Despite the pain.
“It’s time,” she said quietly.
A breath.
Then—
“The baby’s coming.”
“Make way!”
“Clear a path!”
Sarah Kent was lifted carefully from the battlefield, supported by her allies as they rushed her away from the ruins.
Despite the devastation, something had changed.
The tension.
The fear.
It was gone.
Replaced by something else.
Hope.
Jake Kent stayed at her side, gripping her hand tightly, his usual calm completely gone.
“Stay with me,” he said, his voice low but urgent.
“We’re almost there.”
Around them, their comrades followed—some injured, some exhausted—but all smiling.
One of them laughed, wiping blood from his face.
“Alright then—guess I’m gonna be an uncle!”
Another voice shot back instantly:
“Speak for yourself, I’m going to be an aunt.”
A few others chuckled.
Even after a war, even after death—
This moment mattered more.
🏡 The Settlement
They reached the nearby settlement—a fortified village that had barely escaped the destruction.
Sarah was rushed inside immediately.
Doors closed.
Healers gathered.
Orders were given.
Outside—
The waiting began.
Jake stood just beyond the entrance, pacing.
Back and forth.
Again.
And again.
For someone who had stood unmoving in the face of an army…
This was something else entirely.
Time stretched.
Minutes felt like hours.
Then—
A cry.
A child’s cry.
The door opened.
A healer stepped out, smiling.
“It’s a boy.”
For a moment—
Silence.
Then—
Cheers erupted.
Laughter.
Relief.
Joy.
After everything they had endured—
Life had won.
Jake stood frozen.
Then exhaled—slow, heavy, overwhelmed.
A faint smile broke through.
“A boy…” he whispered.
Behind him, the others were already celebrating.
Clapping him on the back.
Laughing.