The silence and peace of the night was shattered, shattered by the chaos that had thrown Xylvaneth Palace into turmoil. Every inhabitant of the palace, no matter who they were, moved in inevitable panic.

Footsteps echoed through the corridors. Desperate cries erupted everywhere. The Omegas exchanged pale-faced glances, unsure of what to do but obey the constant barrage of commands ringing through the air.

Amidst the chaos, Oscar stood tall in the main hall. His golden eyes burned with rage, scanning everyone around him as if looking for someone to blame for what had happened.

Oscar had just woken up, perhaps ten minutes ago. His wounds were completely healed. He...