“You all are nothing special. Your good days are numbered. The end is near. If you repent now, you might escape this catastrophe. If you persist, you will face a gruesome death, and your soul will be obliterated.”

As the impostor raged in frustration, the mysterious woman slowly removed her veil, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty. It was none other than Lesia. At that moment, she was no longer Frona’s Soremsia, but an individual entity.

The impostor’s eyes widened, momentarily transfixed by her unparalleled beauty beneath the veil. He had not anticipated such a mesmerizing woman to exist in the Greater Realms. With such a presence, she could easily outshine and outmatch any woman, including Maxine, whom he held captive.

“You may wonder why our empire’s ancestors of the Greater Realms haven’t intervened yet despite your arrogant behavior,” Lesia continued with a hint of amusement, her hands clasped behind her back. “Even after Skynet’s destruction and the fall of the Celestial