Liam let out a breath.
He could feel it.That thing—watching. Studying him. Measuring him.
But he didn't flinch.
Because something had clicked.
He'd spent his whole life chasing strength.Fighting to win. Fighting to prove something.
But the Eyes of Pride had changed him.
Now? He didn't need recognition.Didn't need applause.Didn't care if his name got written into history or carved into some divine record.
He'd moved past that.
So Liam didn't kneel.Didn't bow.Didn't treat the thing in the void like it was some kind of higher power.
He just stared back.
And in that single moment—
The Observer hesitated.
Because for the first time—
It was looking at something it couldn't define.
No one else spoke.
Camila—who had seen every timeline, every outcome, every path reality could take—stood still, breathing like the wrong inhale might tip the world.
Amelia, who once bent the minds of gods like they were soft clay, watched closely. No smile. Just curiosity.
Athena, raised in Liam's shadow, clenched her fists tight. Like holding on was the only thing keeping her upright.
Lucius?
Even Greed went quiet.
His golden eyes weren't hungry with desire or joy—just hunger.But not the kind you feed.
Because he knew.
This was something he'd never be able to own.
And that pissed him off.
But it was Camila who finally said something.Her voice—low, steady, careful.
"Liam."
He didn't turn. Still staring into the void. But he was listening.
"You're at the edge," she said.
Not a warning.
Just fact.
He'd gone past kings.Past gods.
And now?Something beyond even that was watching.
"You're not being seen as a warrior," she said."Not as a ruler."
"But as a possibility."
Liam exhaled.
"So?"
Camila looked at the thing in the sky—expression unreadable.
"So…""If you take one more step… it's not gonna keep watching."
"It'll act."
And the second those words left her mouth—
The world broke.
It was instant.
One second—they were on solid ground.The next?
Nowhere.
No sky.No floor.No rules.Just... being. Raw and shapeless.
And in front of them?
The Observer moved.
No sound.No energy.No flashy entrance.
It just was.
And that was enough.
It didn't attack.Didn't roar or raise a weapon.
It just imposed itself.Like reality couldn't say no to it.
And for the first time—Liam felt it.
His Pride wavered. Just slightly.
Because this wasn't some divine beast.Not a god.Not a force you could punch into submission.
This thing had been around since the first thought existed.Since the first choice was made.Since the first "what if?" crawled into the universe.
And now?
It was staring at them.Waiting.
Not to kill.
But to see if they could even stay standing.
The air snapped with pressure.
The Observer—something older than gods, bigger than thrones, outside the rules of war and magic—
Had come down.
And it wasn't just aware of Liam anymore.
It had acknowledged him.
As a threat.
As something that shouldn't exist, but somehow did.
And right before it could act—
Arthur stepped forward
His Eyes of Sloth flared.His Eyes of Wrath pulsed.
And for the first time since it showed up—The Observer flinched.
Because something had shifted.
Arthur wasn't just standing in front of Liam.
He was standing against the Observer itself.
And he was grinning.
"If you're thinking about picking a fight with him…"
His voice was calm.Solid.Unshakable.
"…then you'll have to go through me first."
Everyone froze.
Liam's golden aura snapped like lightning.Camila's divine power flickered, unstable.Athena sucked in a breath.
Even Lucius—Greed incarnate, the guy who didn't flinch at death gods or eldritch horrors—felt a chill slide down his spine.
Because Arthur wasn't joking.
No sarcasm.No swagger.No games.
He meant every word.
Then—
Amelia stepped up.
"If you're going after Arthur…"
She smiled.
Not soft. Not sweet.
Cold. Dangerous. Lethal.
"…you will have to go through me, too."
Her power pulsed outward like a shockwave.Her Eyes of Lust shimmered.
And just like that—the Observer paused again.
A silence deeper than death settled over them.
The Observer hovered, motionless.
No threats.No gestures.No parting message.
Then—it was gone.
Just like that.Like it had never existed.
But everyone there knew the truth.
It didn't leave because it got bored.
It left because it understood.
Arthur and the other's weren't something it could face.Not yet.Not without risk.
Even after the thing vanished, the tension hung in the air like smoke.
Camila exhaled, steadying herself.
Then she looked at Liam. At Lucius.
Her voice was sharp.No hesitation.
"We need to know what we're dealing with."
"If we're going to fight the Dark Clans, I don't want any more surprises."
Lucius smirked, folding his arms.
"Alright, fair."
He lifted one hand.
Rings gleamed on his fingers. The air around him distorted like heat waves.
"My abilities, huh?"
His golden eyes lit up—burning, hungry.
"I'm in the second stage of the Eyes of Greed," he said, like it was no big deal.
"But to keep it simple…"
His presence expanded.Not his body. Not his aura.
Just reality.
Everything around him shifted—like the world itself had decided he was the center of it now.
"My Greed isn't about money."
His voice dropped, low and dangerous.
"It's about owning everything."
The ground trembled.The air cracked.
For a second—it felt like everything belonged to him.
Lucius's Abilities:
Aura Manipulation – Life force bends to his will. He can heal, drain, or reshape vitality itself. Necromancy – He doesn't fear death. He owns it. The dead are his to command. Illusion Control – If he wants you to see it, you will. If he wants you to believe it, you do. Memory Reading – Knowledge is property. Nothing is off-limits.
His golden energy swirled, thick and heavy.
"I take," Lucius whispered.
"And once I do…"
He smirk again.
"I don't give it back."
Liam stepped forward.
Didn't say anything at first.
His aura lit up—gold against gold.Not a clash.
A reminder.
He wasn't here to compete.
He was here to refuse.
Because if Lucius was Greed—
Liam was Pride.
And Pride doesn't get owned
He didn't grab power.Didn't fight for it.Didn't try to own anything.
He just was.
And somehow—that was enough.
His Eyes of Pride flared, golden and alive.
"My turn."
Liam raised one hand.
The world immediately bent to him.
He didn't force it.Didn't fight it.He just rewrote it.
His abilities.
Imaginary World – He didn't live in reality. He made his own. And in his world? Only his rules applied. Vortex Creation – Time, space, energy—even concepts—he could suck anything into a spiral and shred it to nothing.Timeline Creation – He could build whole timelines from scratch. Civilizations. Histories. People. All real. All his. King of Concepts – He didn't command war, life, or magic. He controlled what those things meant. All-Knowing King – There was no trick, no secret, no power he couldn't instantly understand.
His golden eyes locked on Lucius."You take."
Then to Arthur."You rewrite."
To Camila, Amelia, and Athena."You twist, reshape, and see."
Then he smiled—just a little.
"I don't have to do any of that."
He opened his arms.The golden aura exploded outward like a second sun.
"Because no matter what you throw at me…"
"I'm already at the top."
And in that instant—
Everyone got it.
Lucius was hunger that never stopped.Arthur was chaos made flesh.
Amelia was desire incarnate
But Liam?
Liam wasn't any of that.
He wasn't trying to rule the world.
He was the measure by which rulers were judged.
And that was terrifying.
Camila let out a breath.
"Then we've got what we need."
She turned to the others, her eyes blazing.
"The Dark Clans have no idea what's coming."
Arthur cracked his knuckles and grinned.Lucius smirked.Liam said nothing—just stood tall.
And far above them—
Something else watched.
Something even greater than the Observer.
Because this wasn't about sin anymore.Wasn't about thrones.Wasn't about clans.
This was about something bigger.
And it was coming fast.
The air felt off.
Not cursed.Not poisoned.Just wrong—in that deep, primal way your bones can't explain.
Arthur and the crew stood on a hill, staring at the city ahead.
The last "neutral zone."
A lie.
The peace was fake.The world had already been conquered.
Camila—who always knew more than she said—finally turned to them.
And dropped the truth.
"This world isn't like the others," she said, eyes glowing.
"We're not up against one enemy."
She looked at each of them.
"There are three Dark Clans members. And they've already molded this world to fit their image."
Liam folded his arms."Then tell us everything."
Camila nodded.
And started.
The Blood Clan
"They rule the rivers, the valleys, the life that runs under everything."
"They're not just assassins. Not just soldiers."
"They're worse."
She turned to Lucius.
"They control the essence of life."
Lucius's eyes narrowed."Details."
"Hemomancy ," Camila said. " The ability to control blood. But more than that—they control life force itself. They can drain a town dry without swinging a blade. Or worse…"
She paused.
"…curse people with their own existence."
Silence.
Then Lucius grinned—slow, wicked.
"Interesting."
"And then there's the Bone Clan."
Arthur's smile faded.
He already knew.
"They don't just raise the dead, do they?" he muttered.