Chapter 219: Foundation of a Possible Future Organization?
Sora's lips curved slightly.
"Sure," he said calmly. "Let's use a puppet boss. His name is Hudson Dawn."
There was a brief silence.
"Agreed," Ryvos replied.
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Navy Headquarters
Seraphel Dawn — now the Supreme Admiral of the Navy — lifted a porcelain cup of tea to his lips. The steam curled upward, but his expression remained tight.
His fingers slowly clenched around the cup.
"Sora Nithel isn't Arata Kuro… that's true," he murmured.
He exhaled, setting the cup down.
"But he's worse in his own way."
His hand loosened.
"He is himself — the greatest swordsman of the current era."
Seraphel's gaze hardened.
"The Navy will collapse if we underestimate him."
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Holy Enforcers of Will — Headquarters
Saint Axiom Valenor stepped into the dim chamber.
Dravon Valenor sat calmly in his chair, one leg crossed, black obsidian sword resting nearby.
"Sora Nithel has turned against us," Axiom said quietly.
"He killed the king."
Dravon rose to his feet, eyes cold.
"I figured," he replied.
"That's why you're here."
Axiom smiled, placing a heavy hand on Dravon's shoulder.
"Kill him."
Elsewhere — A Room Drowned in Darkness
Ryvos Thorn sat back, shadows swallowing the walls around him. A phone glowed faintly in his hand.
"That's right, Lyren," Ryvos said.
"Would you be interested in joining us? Me and Sora."
Static crackled.
Then a voice echoed through the line.
"Count me in."
Ryvos leaned forward, his grin stretching wide.
"Morororororororororoeoeoeoe…"
He laughed — deep, ugly, unhinged.
"That," he said softly,
"is hell for the Navy."