he wedding had ended in blood. The Yun Clan was no more. Their proud halls were drowned in crimson snow, their corpses left as offerings to ambition.
And Yun Wangshu, once a bride draped in red, was nothing but a broken shell. Her chest hollowed, her heart torn away, she had died in despair.
Her betrayer, smiling with cold satisfaction, cast her lifeless body into a crack in the earth. Below roared an ocean of molten fire, lava swallowing the corpse of the woman who had once loved him.
"Let her burn," he said, his eyes gleaming with the arrogance of victory. "Her death will be remembered only as the stepping stone of my rise."
The world moved on. The snow continued to fall. Her name, her clan, her glory — all buried in silence.
…
But the Void never forgets.
Deep within that molten abyss, the fabric of space quivered. The lava parted, not by heat, but by submission. A figure emerged from nothingness, standing above the buried corpse as if he had always been there.
He looked down at the broken body of Yun Wangshu, her face still beautiful even in death, her once-bright eyes closed forever.
"This was not how your tale was meant to end," he murmured. "Destiny promised you resurrection, power, vengeance. But destiny is a lie. Only I decide who rises… and who stays buried."
With a casual wave, the lava stilled. The corpse lifted into the air, cradled by unseen hands. Flesh reknit. Bone fused. A heart, flawless and radiant, formed within her chest — not of crystal, not of relics, but of the Void's decree.
Her eyes snapped open. She gasped, the first breath of her second life burning her lungs. Confusion, fear, disbelief clouded her face.
"You… who…?"
The man's gaze was like the abyss itself — eternal, suffocating, undeniable.
"I am the master of the Void," he said, voice steady, commanding. "The hand that rules multiverses. And now, I am the one who owns you."
His palm pressed lightly against her chest where her heart had been reborn. She shivered as she felt the weight of his will settling into her very soul.
"From this moment, Yun Wangshu… your life is no longer yours. It belongs to me. Your vengeance, your future, even your love — all of it is mine."
The lava roared beneath them, but not even the flames dared touch him. Above, the threads of fate snapped, shattering into sparks.
The dragon sister never came.The Silent Court never gave their relic.The canon script was dead.
And in its ashes, a Villain smiled.