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The meeting took place in Geneva, a neutral ground where conflicts had been settled for centuries. But today, there would be no war, only cold calculations and veiled ambitions.
In the grand Obsidian Hall, the six most powerful families in the world gathered.
Each of them controlled a pillar of human civilization. Each of them had spies, influence, and power stretching across the globe.
But today, they weren't enemies.
Today, they were here to divide the spoils.
At the heart of the hall, displayed on a levitating platform, were the five red crystals, three white crystals, and a single black crystal—each one humming with a presence beyond comprehension.
The heads of the six families sat around an oval black marble table, their expressions unreadable, their eyes calculating.
The Atlas Family, the wealthiest in the world.
The Silverveil Family, masters of science and research.
The Cyberion Family, lords of technology and progress.
The Nocturne Family, the supreme military power.
The Crimsonveil Family, rulers of the underworld.
And finally, the Sovereign Family, the undisputed rulers of the world's most powerful government.
Each of them had an agenda.
Each of them wanted the crystals.
And none of them intended to leave empty-handed.
The air was thick with tension, but the first to speak was Kingston Sovereign, head of the Sovereign Family.
He was an imposing man, tall and broad-shouldered, with an aura that naturally made others listen. He didn't need to speak loudly—his voice alone carried authority.
"The world does not yet know what we have found," he said, his gaze sweeping across the room. "The asteroid was small, but what it left behind is beyond anything we've ever encountered."
His eyes flickered to the black crystal, then to the researchers standing in the corner, waiting for further orders.
"The people must remain ignorant for now. The governments will report that the asteroid disintegrated upon impact, and no significant materials were recovered. We cannot allow global instability over something we do not yet understand."
The others nodded.
They had long since mastered the art of manipulating the public.
"Now, to the matter at hand." Kingston's fingers tapped against the table. "The crystals must be divided."
There was a pause.
Then, Alexander Atlas, head of the Atlas Family, gave a small smirk.
"Divide?" he mused, adjusting the golden rings on his fingers. "Are we not all already aware of the natural order?"
His words were subtle, but the meaning was clear—the Sovereign Family would take the lion's share.
Kingston's lips curled into an unreadable smile.
"I will not waste time with formalities," he said. "The Sovereign Family will take the three white crystals. We are the backbone of global order, and as such, we require the most resources to ensure stability."
Silence.
The others did not object. They had expected this.
Among the six families, the Sovereign Family stood at the peak.
Instead, it was Maximilian Nocturne who spoke next.
The head of the Nocturne Family, the world's most powerful military force, was a man of few words. His presence alone was enough to make seasoned warlords uneasy.
He glanced at the red crystals.
"The rest," he said simply, "shall be divided."
"Agreed," Lucian Crimsonveil added smoothly, his voice like silk. The leader of the underworld's most feared syndicate—a man who thrived in the shadows.
"I assume each of us will take one of the red crystals, then?" said Sylvia Silverveil, a dangerous woman of sharp intellect and piercing eyes. The most powerful female alive, as head of the scientific community, she had already been devising a hundred different experiments in her mind.
"No objections," added Dante Cyberion, his mechanical right eye whirring slightly. The Cyberion Family controlled technology, and if this crystal could be weaponized or integrated into their systems, they would make the greatest technological leap in human history.
Thus, the decision was made:
Each of the five families would take one red crystal for their own private research.
The Sovereign Family, as the most powerful, would take all three white crystals.
The eerie, unresponsive black crystal—the one that no scanner, no machine, and no ability could decipher—was left in the research base under constant study.
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As the meeting concluded and the agreements were finalized, the researchers in the room remained tense.
Something was wrong.
Dr. Ethan Hawthorne, the head scientist overseeing the project, stood near the levitating black crystal, staring at it with a deep frown.
Unlike the others, the black crystal did not hum with energy.
It did not react to light, touch, or magnetic fields.
It was simply there—an existence that defied explanation.
The families were willing to ignore it for now, focusing on the red and white crystals.
But Ethan wasn't so sure.
He felt as if the black crystal was watching them.
As the six family heads finalized their deals and prepared to leave, he couldn't help but wonder—
Had they just unleashed something beyond their comprehension?
And if so...
Would they even realize it before it was too late?
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The six ruling families had divided the mysterious crystals among themselves, unaware of the true cataclysm they had invited.
The Atlas, Silverveil, Cyberion, Nocturne, and Crimsonveil Families each claimed a red crystal.
The Sovereign Family, as the most powerful, took all three white crystals.
The black crystal, eerie and unresponsive, was left in the research facility, deemed an anomaly.
For two weeks, nothing happened.
And then—the Earth awakened.
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A surge of primordial energy erupted from deep within the planet.
For the first time since its formation, Earth had regained consciousness—a mind long dormant, now surging with newfound awareness.
This energy swept through the land, sky, and sea.
The weak perished.
The strong evolved.
And within the six ruling families, the crystals responded.
The red and white crystals that had remained dormant for weeks suddenly ignited, glowing with ancient power.
And then—they moved.
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In the vast, endless Upper World, where celestial gods and abyssal horrors clashed, there was a being whose very existence struck fear into the divine.
A colossal entity, towering over mountains, with a body forged from black hellfire and abyssal steel.
Its fur, if one could call it that, was not mere hair—it was a living inferno, shifting between searing crimson and an endless, suffocating void. Each strand writhed like the tongues of an eternal blaze, radiating heat that melted the heavens themselves.
Its eyes, twin abysses, devoured all light, their depths swirling with ancient, forbidden power. To stare into them was to witness the fall of civilizations, the death of stars, and the collapse of reality itself.
It was called many names by those who feared it:
The Abyssal Calamity
The Devourer of Realms
The Howl That Ends Worlds
But its true name had long been erased from history, spoken only in whispers by the damned.
The Titanic Hellwolf.
A being so powerful that even the gods of the Upper World dared not challenge it without consequence.
The Fall of the Supreme Demon
The Hellwolf had once stood at the pinnacle of existence, a force of pure destruction and dominion, reigning over countless demonic legions.
But the gods, unable to tolerate its endless conquest, waged war against it.
They sent their strongest champions, their celestial armies, and their divine weapons—all to slay this monstrosity.
Yet, despite all their might, they could not kill it.
Even as its flesh was torn, even as divine spears pierced its heart, it refused to die.
Instead,to escape eternal prison, with a final, earth-shattering howl, it shattered its own existence, scattering its immortal bloodline across the cosmos.
And somehow, in the vast, infinite void of the universe…
A fragment of its remains had drifted.
It had fallen.
Lower.
Lower.
Until it reached an insignificant planet—one that should have never been worthy of its presence.
Earth.
And now, its bloodline had reacted once more.
Not as a single, unstoppable force…
But divided among the six ruling families.
Each carrying a piece of its monstrous power.
Each destined to reshape the fate of the world.
Yet the question remained—
Would the Titans, Witches, Werewolves, Demons, and Vampires fulfill the will of the Hellwolf?
Or would Earth itself resist?
One thing was certain.
The Era of Humans was over.
And the Era of the Awakened had begun.
The Atlas Family
Alexander Atlas roared as the red crystal embedded into his chest.
His muscles expanded, his bones thickened—his entire physique reforged into something beyond humanity.
A deep, commanding voice resonated in his soul:
"You bear the blood of the Titans—the ancient warriors who once shook the heavens. Rise, Titanborn."
His strength surged, his mind sharpened.
He was no longer merely human.
He was colossal.
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The Silverveil Family
Sylvia Silverveil collapsed to her knees, her mind bursting with forbidden knowledge.
The red crystal had melted into her soul, awakening a forgotten lineage.
Ancient sigils burned into her skin, her veins pulsing with arcane power.
A whisper slithered into her consciousness:
"You have inherited the blood of the magicians, Witches—masters of the unseen arts. Embrace your power, Witchborn."
With a mere thought, the room trembled—the air distorted.
Magic was no longer a theory.
It was real.
And it was hers to command.
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The Cyberion Family
Dante Cyberion screamed as his body twisted.
His skeleton cracked and reshaped, his fingers elongated into claws.
A surge of feral instincts flooded his mind—the call of the hunt, the thrill of the chase.
A guttural growl echoed in his skull:
"You are the heir of the Lunar Beasts, rulers of the wild hunt. Rise, Werewolf King."
His senses sharpened, his body thrummed with primal energy.
The wolf had awakened.
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The Nocturne Family
Maximilian Nocturne felt his blood boil as the crystal merged into his very essence.
Dark flames erupted from his hands.
His skin blackened, cracks forming along his arms—veins pulsing with abyssal energy.
A chilling voice echoed in the abyss of his soul:
"You are no longer human. You are a being of destruction—one who commands the abyss itself. Rise, Demonborn."
A twisted grin spread across Maximilian's lips.
He could feel it.
The power of the demon lords—and now, it belonged to him.
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The Crimsonveil Family
Lucian Crimsonveil gasped as his heart stopped beating.
The red crystal had dissolved into his bloodstream, turning his very existence into something else.
His vision sharpened.
His senses heightened.
His body became light, yet impossibly strong.
A soft, ancient whisper filled his mind:
"You are the heir to the First Blood—the eternal rulers of the night. Rise, Vampireborn."
A slow smile crept across his lips.
The night now belonged to him.
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Unlike the red crystals, which had warped their hosts, the white crystals did something else entirely.
They elevated their hosts—perfecting them.
The three white crystals split, choosing their wielders:
Kingston Sovereign – Supreme Ruler of the World
Eleanor Seraphine – Head of the World Council
Draven Nightfall – Supreme General of the Military
As the white crystals merged, their minds filled with awe-inspiring knowledge.
The Celestial Bloodline—the pinnacle of human evolution, designed to surpass even the demon-born.
A voice thundered in their souls:
"You are the chosen ones—the perfected humans, destined to lead this new era."
Their bodies strengthened, their lifespans extended, their intellect sharpened beyond human limits.
The Celestial Humans had been born.
And they would be the ones to shape humanity's future.
Amidst the chaos, one crystal remained untouched.
The black crystal, the most mysterious of them all, sat alone.
It had not merged with anyone.
Not yet.
But Earth had noticed.