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Eternal Night King: From Half-Breed to Lord of Devouring

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Born a hybrid of Wolf and Vampire, Len is a living disgrace to both races, a "mistake" in the eyes of all. Among the Wolves, the young master grinds him underfoot, mocking him as a "useless half-breed who can't even transform." Among the Vampires, the Prince scorns him as "unworthy even as a blood snack." His existence seems meant only for endless humiliation and torment. Yet, none know that deep within this cursed body sleeps the Night Origin, a primordial power from the dawn of creation. His eighteen years of full moon torment were not punishment, but a unique ritual of evolution. When betrayal and oppression reach their peak, the ancient seals finally shatter. Shadows crown him, and the night itself submits. As he unfurls wings that devour stars, the Wolf King who once despised him trembles and offers his crown; the Vampire Prince who once disdained him humbly presents the Holy Grail. And this is only the beginning of his path to conquest. An ancient force known as the Twilight Cult lurks in the shadows, seeking to devour his power and overthrow the world itself.
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