Chapter 29 The Kingdoms
Chapter 29 The Kingdoms
The sky increased it’s eeriely in the wake of what Tsukia unleashed as the atmosphere still looks bruised, where the cobalt-blue sky bleeds into a suffocating, blood-red canvas.
That massive, sanguine energy orb pulses with a terrifying light, and colossal crimson filaments like red sprites claw toward it like a million electrified tentacles.
It is a sight so immense and terrifying that it can be seen from all four kingdoms, Tsukia’s power has made itself visible to the entire world unknowingly.
As everyone noticed the shift in the sky, chaos broke out.
People everywhere stopped in their tracks to capture photos and videos, and news reporters scrambled to broadcast the phenomenon live.
On every screen, the terrifying image of the sky flickered, leaving viewers paralyzed with fear. Meanwhile, deep within the heart of the government headquarters, a man with a void for a face sat in silence, swirling a glass of wine.
When the news flash hit his monitor, he froze. His hand began to tremble, and his eyes have widened in pure shock.
A volatile mix of emotions surged through him. A raw fear, cold anger, and a deep, gnawing frustration.
He then smashed the wine glass with his bare hands. Trembling, he grabbed the telephone on his desk and dialed a number.
RING
“Find the cause of that sky,” he demanded, his voice deep and raspy, He immediately ended the call, his movements heavy with desperation and tremors.
\[Introducing The 4 Kingdoms\]
The world is anchored by four great kingdoms, each a distinct pillar of power and culture emerging across the land.
The Kingdom of Dissiri is the Empire of the World Government and the primary home of humanity and where tsukia and her friends live.
The largest and most densely populated nation, it is a massive expanse of white-stone citadels, soaring glass towers, and fortified walls that hum with kinetic energy.
It functions as a meritocracy of power where advanced technology meets supernatural ability.
Here, humans are not all born as mere mortals, while 40% lack innate gifts, the remaining 60% possess “potentials”—latent supernatural abilities that ignite during adolescence.
Dissiri is divided into four strategic sub-regions:
Jamana—A tropical and vibrant coastal hub where the air is thick with salt, near the sea and mountains.
Valospire—A city of elite academia and advanced technology where buildings collide with trendy, high-society living.
Dies Irae—The desolate, high-security military seat of the World Government, though heavily fortified, humans view it as a well-protected paradise.
Kelraco—A gritty border town built into a canyon, acting as a “wild west” for supernatural mercenaries who scout the other three kingdoms.
Wrapped in a bone-deep chill where the ground is stained by the dark, rust-colored carpet of an eternal autumn lies the Kingdom of Vamra Cova.
A dark jewel of the world, a sovereign nation governed by the ancient and eternal lineage of the vampires.
Vampires are recognized as some of the strongest and most formidable creatures in existence.
The nation is a sanctuary of gothic beauty, a place where the frantic pace of the outside world fades into a stillness so profound that time itself feels as though it has effectively stopped.
The landscape is defined by an architectural elegance that is both intimidating and exquisite. Jagged spires of black stone pierce the heavy sky, while the interiors of its grand estates are draped in heavy red velvet and reinforced with intricate, cold wrought iron.
Vamra Cova exists in a state of permanent autumn, the vibrant greens of summer never arrive.
This eternal gloom preserves the delicate sensibilities of its inhabitants and maintains the kingdom’s somber, regal mood.
The very air of Vamra Cova carries a distinct and intoxicating signature—a heavy scent composed of the dust of old books, the richness of expensive wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that lingers like a coming storm.
Within these towering structures, the grand estates reveal a world of stifled opulence, rooms are draped in heavy, floor to ceiling red velvet that absorbs all sound, while every gate, banister, and chandelier is reinforced with intricate, cold wrought iron forged in patterns of thorns and ancient crests.
The trees here are skeletal and proud, their branches eternally heavy with leaves of burnt orange and deep crimson that never fully fall. Because of its extreme geographical and magical isolation, the land is gripped by a relentless, biting chill.
It is a dry, preserved cold and the kind that settles into the marrow of the bone ensuring that the air remains as crisp and unmoving as a tomb, perfectly maintaining the kingdom’s eerie, timeless splendor.
The ruler of Vamra Cova is Dracubsalom Valgrimron. He isn’t just a king, he’s a ruler whose right to the throne is written in the ancient, royal blood flowing through his veins.
As the source of the nation’s power, he carries himself with a terrifying kind of poise—a lethal grace that reminds everyone exactly why his kind sits at the top of the food chain.
In Vamra Cova, his bloodline is far more than a fancy title, it’s a source of raw, staggering strength that keeps even the most ego-driven vampire lords falling in line.
He possesses a level of strength and vampiric power that puts him in a league of his own, he is far beyond any other vampire in existence. Just one flash of his sharp, blood-red eyes is enough to end a life.
You can feel his presence everywhere in the kingdom as it lingers in the air of the highest spires and haunts the shadows of the deepest cellars.
His royal blood practically hums with a magical resonance, a force that keeps the thick shroud of clouds anchored forever over the land.
To the people of Vamra Cova, he is the eternal architect of their world, the one who keeps their isolation intact. But to the rest of the world, he’s a different story—he is definitely not the kind of vampire you ever want to mess with.
His witness to Tsukia’s unleashed potential:
Dracubsalom Valgrimron himself sensed the change. Using his heightened instinct, the Vampire King pierced through the distance to see the sky for what it really was.
He let out a dark smirk, seemingly delighted to see the sky merging in such a way.
His fangs remained visible, even as he remained locked in an intimate embrace with his wife Dracubsalom El Sevene