Twin Shadows: The Tenth Arrival
The sky above Earth—now a graveyard of forgotten satellites and fractured orbital bastions—stood silent as the last free continent braced for its fall. Neon-glow cities, built atop the ruins of past ages, flickered beneath the towering dreadnoughts of the Eternal Empire.
Solkara Dominion. Vastros Accord. Drakos Pact. Tundral Syndicate. Each had already bowed to the inevitable. And soon, the Veil Consortium—the final illusion of defiance—would crumble under the weight of its false hope.
From her throne of alloy and obsidian, Venaya watched. She did not mourn. She did not celebrate. She had engineered this, forged the path, and soon, Ren would claim what remained. The Empire had arrived. And soon, Earth would kneel.
The nine royal families of the Eternal Empire stood atop the battlefield, their armour gleaming beneath the fractured sky, a testament to their unyielding dominion."
Ren stood alongside the others—nine figures, united in silent anticipation, waiting for the arrival of the tenth. The air was thick with expectation as Venaya emerged, her long white hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. She moved with deliberate precision, and each step was measured.
As she lifted her gaze, the resemblance was unmistakable. She and Ren looked like twins—mirror images of one another, yet distinct in presence and intent.
The Tenth Arrival: A Galaxy in Waiting
Venaya leapt toward Ren, her smile radiant with excitement.
"Are you happy, Ren?' she asked eagerly. 'Of course you are—why wouldn't you be? Earth is ours now, under our rule. We can merge my empire with the Eternal Empire, uniting everything we've built. I'm doing this for you—for us. I love you so much, Ren."
She paused, her eyes gleaming with certainty. "So why stop here? The galaxy waits—countless worlds, ready to fall into our grasp."
She beamed, overflowing with joy, her ambition boundless.