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"I will give you two more requests."

The Monarch’s eyes stayed on Enzo, steady and unhurried.

"Victoria knows what would be best for you in the broader sense." He paused. "But don’t forget yourself, child."

He leaned forward slightly on the throne, just enough that the distance between them felt smaller.

"Don’t you have any desires? Riches?" His voice carried no mockery. He meant it plainly. "I can reach into the future and make you immortal. Power? I can dispatch a host of divine warriors and bring Gaia to your feet."

The words landed one by one.

"Do not let this daughter of mine control you."

He said it calmly, looking Enzo directly in the eyes. Not a warning with teeth. Just a fact being placed on the table by someone who had watched long enough to know how these things went.

The room held still after that.

Whatever Enzo wanted, the old man could produce it. That wasn’t a boast. At this level it was simply true. But what did Enzo actually need? Not want. Need. The kind of thing that would matter past tomorrow, past the next fight, past the wave of corruption that was already adjusting its weight in his direction.

Would his needs affect the universe?

And if yes, was it worth spending them here?

He thought for a moment.

"My younger brother has a space curse that throws him to different locations across the universe."

Enzo looked at the Monarch directly.

"I hope there’s a way to help him."

Victoria had thrown her last request in fast, a long shot, whether the old man accepted it or not was genuinely uncertain. She had nothing more after that. Whatever came next was entirely Enzo.

This was his.

"Ohh."

The Monarch’s expression shifted, interested now in a different way.

"A space curse? Sounds like something from the creation domain...."

He considered it for a moment, not long, and then something settled in his expression.

"I have a skill he can learn. It’ll help him control where he teleports to."

He flicked his wrist.

A long stream of information flooded into Enzo’s mind, sudden and dense, filling space he didn’t know he had available. A scripture. Detailed. Layered. Something that moved with the texture of space rifts rather than against them, guiding instead of fighting, turning the curse into something that could be shaped.

Enzo stood still while it settled.

"Thank you."

He bowed.

Not the ceremonial bow Victoria had demonstrated at the bridge. Not performed. He bowed because he meant it, the motion coming before he had decided to make it, pulled out by something genuine.

Family was one of the most important things to him. That hadn’t changed regardless of everything else that had.

The Monarch watched him.

Didn’t comment on it.

"And for my final request."

Enzo straightened and looked up.

"I hope to be branded with the protection of life."

He said it clearly. Directly.

This was the main reason for coming here. Everything else had been useful, some of it Victoria’s design, some of it his own. But this was the foundation under all of it.

With the Monarch’s personal protection, the forces within the void that were too powerful to engage would naturally keep their distance. In some cases it could mask his presence entirely, make him harder to find, harder to track.

Without it, the moment he returned home, corruption would swarm. It had already begun repositioning. He could feel that somewhere at the edge of things.

"Haha, good!!"

The old man’s mood lifted immediately, the annoyance from before dissolving like it had never been there.

The brand wasn’t only protection. It was an arrangement. The Monarch would protect Enzo and watch him in return. A master-teacher relationship without the teaching, the distance of a hand hovering without gripping. It served the kingdom of life as much as it served Enzo. It shielded against what Enzo was becoming while at the same time cultivating that very thing into something corruption would eventually have genuine cause to fear.

Both parties gained.

"If you’re so willing, then my protection is yours."

The area shook.

Not a tremor. Violent. Sudden. A brand shot out from the throne moving fast, bright green light cutting across the space between them heading directly for Enzo’s neck.

It reached him.

And stopped.

Something had caught it.

"Hmp!!" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The Monarch pushed his will forward in an instant, full and immediate, the weight of it pressing outward like a hand slamming down.

The brand did not move.

He pushed again.

Nothing.

A few seconds passed with the two forces meeting at that single point, the green light of life held in place by something that had no visible shape, no obvious presence.

Then the brand changed.

The light contracted slowly, folded inward, and solidified. What had been a mark meant for skin became a stone pendant, small and still, which floated across the remaining distance and settled into Enzo’s open hand.

[You have received an Origin Echo]

Enzo looked down at it.

Then opened the panel.

[Will of Life, created from the Defiance of the Void against the origins. This pendant contains the will of the Monarch of Life. It will only activate when a being at the Monarch level takes action.]

He read it once.

Then looked to the side.

His eyes landed on the void coffin, standing exactly where it had been since they arrived, still and silent and completely unbothered.

He sighed in his head.

’Are you even on my side?’

The coffin said nothing.

It hadn’t protected him when the old man moved against him in Rune City. It had sat there then without a word. But now, when the Monarch was offering something that would genuinely help him, it interfered. Stepped in. Converted a brand meant to protect him into something it found acceptable instead.

Annoying.

Deeply annoying.

He closed his hand around the pendant.

"Ehnn."

The Life Monarch exhaled, looking at the pendant in Enzo’s hand, then at the coffin.

"That’s good enough."

He said it without real complaint, the tone of a man who had encountered something unexpected and had decided not to make it an issue. He had seen enough across enough years to know when pushing further would cost more than the outcome was worth.

He flicked his wrist.

The corridor, the bridge, the half-present vegetation, all of it dissolved, and the two of them were gone.

The Monarch sat alone on his throne for a moment after.

He stared into the void.

Not at anything specific. Just into it, the way someone looks at a closed door they’re thinking about.

Then he smirked.

,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Meanwhile.

Back on Varo King World.

—boom

The ground shook under the impact of something distant, the vibration traveling up through stone and settling in the chest before the ears caught up with it.

"They reached the outer perimeter?"

Victoria stood outside the gates and stared at what was in front of her, the troops under her command moving quickly into formation, the air already carrying the early texture of a battle getting organized.

"How long were we gone for?"

She said it more to herself than anyone.

The sons of corruption were attacking in unison.

Not a probe. Not a forward unit testing defenses.

All of them, together, at the same time.

The scale of it landed on her in one clean moment.

She didn’t move immediately.

Just stood outside the gates looking out at the outer perimeter, where the edge of everything she had built here was about to be tested, and let the full shape of what was coming settle into her before she decided what to do about it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​