May 20th, Year 2535.
That date burned itself into the consciousness of every living being across the Federation, seared into memory with force that transcended simple history.
The day the Bloodworth Imperial family fell.
The day humanity's greatest protectors were slaughtered in their own home.
The day an entire bloodline was erased from existence while the world watched and did nothing.
But what the Federation didn't understand, what they couldn't possibly comprehend...
Was that before the last Bloodworth fell that night, he had made a promise that would reshape reality itself.
If I must fall, let me fall from a height so great that the entire universe will remember the sound of me breaking.
And the entire universe did remember.
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The moment Darius Bloodworth's last order spread across the universe...
The Slaughter Realm awakened.
And it awakened with violence that made the Gods themselves understand what terror truly meant.
