(Narrator POV)
Libeus Agency Headquarters — 18:00
The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving streaks of orange and violet across the evening sky. Lanterns flickered to life one by one, bathing the courtyard of Libeus Agency in warm, golden light. Music drifted through the air, soft at first, then swelling as more soldiers joined the celebration.
Tonight, the world was at peace.
Tables lined with food stretched across the yard—roasted boar, mana-infused fruits, warm bread, and barrels of aged ale brought out only on historic days. Laughter rang out. Veterans who had lost comrades drank with trembling hands. Young recruits who had only known war tasted joy for the first time.
Everyone was here for one reason:
The defeat of Demon King Allen.
And for that, they honored one name.
Sara Venom.
When the doors of the main hall opened and Sara stepped out with her captains, the atmosphere transformed in an instant. The crowd roared, a tidal wave of voices shaking the air.
"SARA! SARA! SARA!"
She walked forward slowly, not basking in the praise, but acknowledging every human soldier with small nods. Her expression carried a mixture of exhaustion and sincerity—a woman who fought so long she no longer knew how to celebrate.
At the center of the courtyard stood a raised wooden metal platform. Sara climbed it quietly. The moment her boots touched the stage, the cheering softened, then faded entirely.
Only the crackling of light remained.
Sara took the microphone and let her gaze sweep across thousands of faces—brave, wounded, hopeful.
Then she drew in a slow breath.
"My name is Sara Venom," she began.
Her voice was firm, but beneath its calm surface lay something cold, something ancient. It wasn't the voice of a victor. It was the voice of someone about to break open the world.
"And tonight," she continued, "we celebrate the end of the Demon King. After a long, merciless year, we finally defeated him. But before we continue, I need to speak the truth. The truth you all deserve to know."
A sharp ripple of unease traveled through the crowd. People exchanged nervous glances. Some straightened their posture; others clutched their drinks tighter.
Truth?
What truth?
What was she about to say?
Sara's expression didn't change, but her tone sank, gaining a weight that pressed on every listener like a storm bearing down on the sea.
"For years, we fought without knowing the reason. We bled without understanding why we were bleeding. We watched cities fall, families vanish, and children taken… all while believing it was because demons hated us. Or because their king sought domination. Or because ancient religions warned us they would return from the underworld."
She paused, letting the silence thicken until even the lantern flames seemed to hold their breath.
"That was only the surface."
Murmurs swelled—confusion, disbelief, fear all mixing into a trembling echo. But Sara raised one finger, and the noise died instantly. Her grip tightened around the microphone, knuckles turning pale.
"I swear to you all," she said, her voice dropping to a softer, almost fragile whisper, "Earth did not suffer because demons wanted power. Or control. Or territory."
Her eyes darkened—a depth of centuries flickering inside them.
"It happened because I hid something. Something too dangerous, too powerful, too forbidden to exist in our world. Something that should have remained outside Earth entirely. Because this… this war was not just ours. It involved another world. An alien world."
The lantern light flickered violently as though reacting to the truth twisting the air.
Soldiers leaned forward, jaws stiff, breaths shallow.
Alien world?
Another world exists?
Sara lifted her chin, meeting the fear of thousands with unwavering steadiness.
"You deserve to know," she said quietly.
"What the Demon King was truly after…
and why humanity was dragged into a war it never asked for."
The courtyard froze. The wind stopped. Even the drones in the sky hummed more softly, as if listening.
Then Sara spoke the words that cracked reality itself.
"I am Sara Venom," she declared, "an Arch Vampire from the Nova World."
Time shattered into silence.
Every person stared, wide-eyed, unable to process the confession. Even the world leader officials seated in the front row sprang to their feet, panic flashing across their faces.
"Cut her mic! Cut it now—what is she doing?!" one of the leaders barked into his headset.
Technicians scrambled around in the control booth, fingers flying across panels.
But Sara didn't even turn her head.
She whispered calmly, almost lazily, into the tiny drone hovering beside her—Monday, her artificial intelligence assistant.
"Monday… don't let anyone hack or cut the connection."
"Order confirmed, Chief," Monday replied, its voice emotionless as its blue lights flared brighter.
Sara smiled faintly, a soft, sad curve of her lips.
"Let me tell them," she said quietly. "For the three soldiers who died without knowing the reason. At least let them rest knowing the truth."
Whispers exploded through the audience.
"She's a vampire?"
"No—like the blood-sucking kind?"
"I thought her eyes were lenses!"
"Those were real…? You're kidding."
"Why would a vampire be on Earth?"
"What the hell is Nova?"
Sara raised her hand slowly, and the noise dimmed again.
"I know you all have questions," she said gently. "And I know many of you still don't understand what's happening. So let me explain."
She stepped forward, and the lantern light illuminated her pale skin, her crimson eyes, her elegant yet unnervingly sharp features—the signs had always been there.
"Nova," she began, "is another world. A massive world—far larger than Earth, nearly the size of Jupiter. A world of ancient races, gods, forgotten kingdoms, and conflicts older than your continents."
She let the image settle before continuing.
"Vampires and humans fought for territory. Humans clashed with dragons. Dragons battled the Unholy Angels. Angels waged war on demons. Demons hunted heroes. Mythical beasts tore through vampire clans."
Her voice grew colder, deeper."
"And the cycle continued," Sara said softly, her voice echoing through the courtyard. "War upon war… blood upon blood… until the day when heroes and dragons committed the greatest mistake of all."
She paused—not for drama, but because even speaking of it seemed to weigh on her.
When she finally continued, her tone dropped into something sharper, older, almost trembling with the memory of a catastrophe no human could imagine.
"They touched the wrath… of an unbeatable mother."
A cold shiver ran through the audience like a sudden gust of winter wind. Even the bravest soldiers straightened unconsciously, sensing an ancient terror hidden within her words.
"I cannot say her true name," Sara continued, her gaze lowered in respect—or perhaps fear. "My class level is too low. If I spoke her name, my mind would rupture. My soul would shatter. And I… as an Arch Vampire… am still unworthy to speak the title she held."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. The way she said unworthy didn't sound exaggerated. It sounded like a universal truth written into the laws of the other world.
"So instead," Sara went on, "I call her by the only title mortals like us are allowed to use: the Founder of Zani."
Just saying the name made the air grow colder.
"She was the origin of everything that went wrong," Sara whispered. "A dragon—no, something far beyond a dragon. A being whose power exceeded gods. A creature whose strength grew endlessly… expanding with the universe itself. As creation stretched, so did her capabilities."
The crowd listened in stunned silence.
"But one day," Sara said, her expression darkening, "she disappeared. Without warning, without successor, without explanation. She abandoned the throne of the Dragon Sovereigns… and the world trembled, but survived."
Sara took a deep breath.
"And when she finally returned… she was holding her dead son."
A suffocating stillness swept across the courtyard.
"That single moment," Sara said quietly, "ignited a catastrophe unlike anything Nova had ever seen. Her dragon grief tore the world in half. Entire continents shook. She blamed two races for her suffering—humans and dragons."
Her voice hardened, trembling with the weight of ancient devastation.
"She conquered the entire demonic realm in days. She melted mountains. She destroyed kingdoms. She marched into the Dragon Valley with her armies the infamous Son of the disaster and slaughtered ancient dragons—creatures older than stars. Then she turned her wrath on every race that dared breathe."
The audience was frozen—some horrified, some pale, some trembling.
But a few young soldiers whispered excitedly:
"This… this sounds like an anime plot…"
"Bro, why is this actually so cool?"
"No way this is real, right?"
"What kind of dragon kills gods…?"
Their voices died instantly as Sara continued.
"Her rampage would have consumed the entire Nova World—until the gods themselves intervened."
She let her words settle like thunder rolling across the horizon.
"Three of the divine descended: the Vampire God, the Beast God, and the Cursed God. They confronted her before she reached Eden—the sacred center of all existence."
Her crimson eyes narrowed.
"And she still defeated them."
A wave of disbelief surged through the crowd.
"She crushed three gods while her power was sealed by True God," Sara said. "Sealed. Reduced. Bound. She was fighting at a fraction of her true strength."
The lantern flames flickered violently, as if recoiling from the truth.
"But even then… she could not win the war entirely. The gods called for reinforcements. More divinity descended. More realms joined. Eventually, her forces were hunted down, scattered, burned, nearly erased."
Sara lowered her head slightly.
"Only the demons survived."
A tense hush settled around them.
"And her goal," Sara said, voice filled with quiet sorrow, "never changed. She wanted only one thing: to exterminate humans and dragons. To erase the two races she believed stole her son."
She inhaled slowly, the weight of centuries pressing into her words.
"And that…"
she said, raising her eyes to meet thousands of trembling gazes,
"…was the beginning of the Prophecy Era."
Sara's next words fell like thunder.
"After she lost," Sara whispered, "the Founder of Zani was sealed. Her power was locked away—not destroyed, because that is impossible—but bound in a prison even gods fear to touch and that land was filled with monster with was never mention in any Holy scripture."
A trembling ripple moved through the courtyard.
"But the sealing was not enough. The gods knew her armies would rise again. So they summoned the one being capable of binding an entire race under a single divine rule—Geta, the God of Contracts."
Sara's expression tightened.
"Geta did not negotiate. She did not bargain. She did not care about rank, age, bloodline, or species. She simply raised her hand… and chained every demon in existence."
A soldier in the front row whispered, "Every demon…? Even the nobles?"
Sara nodded.
"Yes. All of them. From the lowest Imp to the highest Demon Emperor. Not even the Nefarions escaped his chains."
The crowd stiffened as the word rolled across them.
"Nefarions?" someone muttered.
"What are those…?"
"Sound like monsters…"
"No… worse. Way worse."
Sara continued, unblinking.
"Nefarions are the highest-ranking demons ever born—creatures equal to Demon Kings, sometimes even surpassing Demon Gods. Fourteen existed in total."
The tension thickened. Several officers exchanged nervous glances.
"But hear this carefully," Sara said, raising one finger. "None of the fourteen possessed the Sin Titles. That power is reserved only for beings who have completely devoured their own nature or recognise by divinity."
Her voice dropped lower.
"Allen was the only one who ever came close."
The audience froze.
"If Allen had achieved his full Sin… if he had become a true Nefarion—"
She stopped.
Even imagining the scenario seemed to strip the warmth from her voice.
"—Earth would not exist today. Not your cities. Not your families. Not a single continent. You would have been erased before you even understood what happened."
Silence crushed the space. Only the sound of torches crackling filled the air.
"And remember," Sara added quietly, "Allen fought alone. One demon. One exile. One fragment of a forgotten army."
A young soldier swallowed hard.
"If just him almost destroyed the world…"
"Then what about all fourteen?"
"And dragons… angels… beasts…?"
The fear settled in deeper than any war they had fought before.
"But you must understand the larger truth," Sara said, her tone solemn. "Nova is vast—larger than Jupiter—filled with civilizations far stronger than anything Earth has ever imagined. Dragons, Unholy Angels, Elder Vampires, Void Beasts… and more."
Her gaze scanned the crowd.
"When Allen appeared on Earth, you all thought the Demon King had come."
She shook her head slowly.
"No. Allen was only a warning of what lies beyond your sky."
A cold wind brushed across the courtyard as if nature itself were listening.
Sara's voice softened.
"And the truth you all fear to ask… the question burning inside every mind right now…"
She looked down at her trembling fingers, then back up.
"…is how Allen came to this world at all."
The soldiers leaned forward.
Everyone held their breath.
Even the government officials at the back froze, helpless to interfere.
Sara inhaled deeply.
And then—
with a voice as sharp as a blade cutting the darkness—
she said:
"The one who brought Allen into this world is—"
She stopped.
Her red eyes flickered.
And she whispered the final words:
"To be continued."