From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

```

Once again, a new family meeting began.

For the past ten years, the Dawn Church under the Fischer family had harnessed extraordinary power to completely transform the underground chambers of the Fischer family manor.

What once was a basement now stood as an exceptionally grand underground hall!

The many gemstones and crystals embedded in the ceiling of the hall cast a soft and mystical glow. These colorful gems seemed to weave flowing tapestries in the air.

The dome of the hall was carved with intricate and exquisite patterns, featuring various divine beasts in flight and members of the Fischer family holding scepters, and historical Chief High Priests holding transparent vial-shaped sacred objects. Every detail reflected the artisans' superb craftsmanship.

Illuminated by the glint of the gemstones, these patterns appeared even more lifelike, as if slowly awakening, guarding this Holy Land.

The floor was laid with polished precious stones, each piece as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light and shadows from above.

Around the perimeter of the hall, massive pillars rose in an ordered fashion, each engraved with ancient totems and scripts that could instantly activate powerful protective barriers enveloping the entire Fischer Manor.

The many family members gathered here, discussing the impending siege the Fischer family was about to face. Only Darren, Chris, and Karno were absent from this important family meeting.

Lilian, sitting calmly in her wheelchair, gazed at the recovered Felix, seemingly pondering some significant matter.

Byrne stood in the center of the resplendent underground hall and was the first to speak to the family members, "The alliance of the Words of Tranquility and the Stars Embrace Order will pose an unprecedented great crisis to us."

"The Fischer family has survived many crises, and we have always come out victorious, but there have been many sacrifices along the way."

He took a deep breath and said, "I hope that during this crisis, we will manage to see our family through without the need for any sacrifices."

Christine, participating in the meeting, immediately said, "To get through this crisis, we will need assistance from other families and the True Gods Church, starting with the Romann family…"

Lilian interrupted her, saying, "Actually, no matter what the crisis is, as long as the great Lord of the Lost awakens, we will undoubtedly not lose!"

"But how can we do that?"

Christine looked towards Lilian. She did not deny the other's words, but no one knew how to awaken such a great being.

Byrne slowly extended his hand.

He snapped his fingers, and a red glow flashed in midair.

"This is the legendary Philosopher's Stone, containing the power of miracle. Perhaps it could awaken the great Lord of the Lost."

All eyes were drawn to it!

In that moment, the entire underground hall seemed to be frozen by an invisible force; noise and commotion quietly receded, leaving behind only a tranquil and solemn atmosphere.

The gazes of everyone present converged, turning into fiery and curious beams, directing at the red Philosopher's Stone floating in the air.

The Philosopher's Stone, as if a treasure lost from ancient times, radiated a dazzling and mysterious red light that seemed to hold indescribable powerful forces.

Its surface danced with delicate patterns, snaking like veins and complex like the paths of constellations.

In the eyes of the Fischer family, there was awe, desire, and confusion. Some widened their eyes, some slightly opened their mouths, and some clutched their hands tightly. It seemed as if even their breaths became heavy and slow under the shock of this revelation.

Vanessa took a deep breath and quickly asked, "The Philosopher's Stone, how exactly do we use it?"

Byrne nodded gently and continued, "I have consulted many mysticism tomes, and it is said that it requires the power of emotional energy to trigger the miracle power contained within the Philosopher's Stone."

"The power of emotion?" murmured Vanessa.

Byrne nodded again and said calmly, yet with uncertainty, "Perhaps a collective prayer from all of us could activate it."

"While the support of the Fischer family in other aspects is very important, awakening Him is undoubtedly the top priority!"

----

Glenborough Province.

On a boundless and desolate land, a grand castle stood imposingly, built against the mountain, majestic and towering.

The castle walls were made of huge stones, each hand-selected and carved with care. The surface of the walls, covered with the traces of time, moss, and intertwining ivy, sparkled with a metallic luster under the sunlight due to the stones being strengthened by alchemy, appearing both solid and solemn.

In a dim, serene wine room deep within the castle, a noble in black sat alone at a finely carved wooden table, clutching a crystal clear wine glass in his hands. The dark red wine gently swirled within, reflecting his furrowed brow and melancholic eyes.

Marquis Vlad, dressed in a fitted black robe, felt heavy-hearted, as if he was bearing an immense burden, each breath seeming laborious and difficult.

"Gulp."

```

The alcohol slid down his throat, bringing a hint of spiciness and bitterness.

He stared at the reflection in his wine glass, which seemed to mirror the loneliness deep in his heart, as well as the regrets from the past that he could not let go of.

"So many people in the family have died over these ten years, not just because of the Calamity of the Dead, but also the rebellion stirred up by the Stars Embrace Order, and that murder by Chris..."

Marquis Vlad trembled with anger and fear, even flames starting to burn upon his body!

Chris Fischer!

You low-life, disguising as an ordinary person to assassinate my family members, I will forever despise your soul!

The ancient portraits and weapons hung on the walls around him, each bearing the history and glory of the castle, but now they all seemed colorless and blurred in his eyes.

Marquis Vlad tried to find some solace in alcohol, but the more he drank, the more lucid he became, his worries and sorrows overwhelming him like a tide.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

He crushed the wine glass, closed his eyes, and took a trembling deep breath, trying to calm the tumult in his heart.

However, those memories of loss and missed opportunities were like sharp blades, carving deep and irreparable scars in his heart.

And at that moment, a voice sounded.

"Go to Nasir."

When had a second person appeared in the wine room?

Marquis Vlad looked over and saw a person wrapped in a black cloak and said with furrowed brows:

"Who are you?"

He could clearly feel that the other person was an Extraordinary Exponent at the Monarch Level, albeit just a low-level Monarch, still weaker than himself.

The person under the black cloak let out a cold laugh.

"Bast Leone, my lord Marquis, you definitely don't recognize this name, because I am now an unknown nobody, hardly worth mentioning in the presence of the powerful Fischer family, although I believe they will never forget me."

"However, I am already a member of the Words of Tranquility, and you need to join us, too."

Marquis Vlad's face showed a tyrannical sneer as he chuckled, "You mean the Words of Tranquility, hahaha! But I have no interest in collaborating with those who lurk in the shadows!"

"Very well, then let me reveal my true face."

The cloak was as night itself, tightly enshrouding his body, and after he removed it to reveal a pale and lifeless face, with hollow and profound eyes that seemed to penetrate the nature and soul of all things.

His skin emanated a faint blue glow, the unique hue granted by death, which instantly conveyed the chill of the netherworld.

Marquis Vlad's eyes widened in shock!

"A Wraith!"

Bast Leone smiled as he pulled out a rune stone from his body, from which an indifferent voice came.

"This is an order, Marquis Vlad."

It was the voice of the New King of Siyate, and Marquis Vlad recognized it instantly. Find more chapters on empire

"I see, so it's true, the Adley Royal Family is now under the control of the Words of Tranquility? Heh, how unsurprising that is."

Marquis Vlad closed his eyes and fell into deep thought, remaining silent for a long time.

Bast clapped his hands calmly and said, "Why do you hesitate? This matter has already been settled, your family and the Fischer family, no matter what, only one will survive."

"Or rather, perhaps neither will survive!"

Marquis Vlad suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the persuader, this so-called "unknown nobody" who had a very special aura about him.

He, most certainly, should not be just an unknown nobody!

"Do you also have a grudge against the Fischer family?"

Bast was silent for a while before revealing a smile that was cruel, desperate, and fearsome.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It's a long story."