A sleek black sedan glided through the heavy evening traffic of Seoul like a predator among prey. Flanked by a tight convoy of dark-armored vehicles, the sedan moved with absolute authority. Other cars instinctively gave way, drivers and pedestrians alike averting their eyes or lowering their heads in deference to the moment they spotted the license plate.
KAA-001
The letters and numbers alone commanded fear and respect across the country. The Korean Awakened Association (KAA) was not just another government body. It was the iron fist that stood between the powerful guilds and the endless Gates.
While the guilds fought over territory and resources, the KAA held the true political and regulatory power — licensing awakeners, overseeing Gate expeditions, enforcing international treaties, and maintaining the fragile balance that kept the country from descending into chaos. Their agents were feared more than any guild enforcer, and their decisions could make or break even the mightiest organizations.
Inside the luxurious back seat of the sedan, Ashley Ravencroft sat with perfect posture, her long dark brown hair tied in a sleek high ponytail. She wore a tailored deep-red business suit that hugged her voluptuous figure, the deep neckline revealing just enough of her ample cleavage to be both professional and deliberately distracting. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the reports in her hands with cold calculation.
She flipped through the pages detailing Lucas and Alex's movements in the academy so far — their awakenings, their interactions, Lucas's sudden rise, and the growing rumors surrounding the Vanderbilt family. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she tossed the entire folder onto the seat beside her.
Ashley glanced out the window as the Apex Guild building came into view, its towering structure dominating the skyline like a monument to power.
If only my father had trusted me instead of that useless brother of mine… I would have made the Vanderbilt name the number one guild in the world by now.
The thought was bitter, but familiar. She had always been the more capable one — the sharper mind, the more ruthless strategist. Yet because she was the second-born daughter, the family legacy had passed to James.
Now she had to work from the shadows, using her position in the KAA and her son Baron to carve out her own path to true power.
The convoy slowed to a stop at the grand entrance of the Apex Guild headquarters. Guards in Vanderbilt colors immediately moved to open the door for her.
Ashley Ravencroft moved through the grand halls of the Apex Guild headquarters with absolute confidence. Her white heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors, the sound echoing like a declaration of authority. A small entourage of KAA agents followed a respectful distance behind her, their presence a silent reminder of the power she wielded.
She didn't bother heading to her elder brother James's floor. Instead, she made her way directly to the private elevator reserved for the highest echelon of the guild — Evelyn Vanderbilt's personal floor.
This entire level had been designed by Evelyn herself. The moment the elevator doors opened, the atmosphere shifted. The space was sleek, minimalist, and intensely functional. Wide training halls stretched out on either side where Evelyn's personal team of elite agents and bodyguards were sparring under low lighting.
The air carried the faint scent of ozone from active mana barriers and the subtle metallic tang of weapons being honed.
At the end of the corridor stood the heavy double doors to Evelyn's private office. Waiting in front of them was June — Evelyn's personal secretary and right-hand.
June was the picture of cold professionalism. Her long, dark brown hair was tied in a sleek high ponytail, and she wore a fitted black business suit that accentuated her athletic yet feminine figure. The blazer was buttoned tightly over her chest, and her sharp blue eyes regarded Ashley with polite detachment.
"Lady Ashley," June greeted with a respectful bow, her voice calm and measured.
Ashley gave a small nod. "Is Evelyn inside?"
Before June could answer, a cold, authoritative voice echoed from behind the closed doors.
"Let her in."
Ashley's lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile. June stepped aside without hesitation, her expression never changing. Ashley's agents remained outside as she pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into Evelyn's private sanctum.
Unlike what one might expect from the office of the Void Sovereign, Evelyn's space was surprisingly simple and understated. A large, comfortable sofa sat against one wall, a sleek coffee-making station occupied the corner, and shelves held a carefully curated collection of classic horror movie discs and novels.
The room was quiet, functional, and almost cozy — a rare glimpse into the woman behind the terrifying reputation.
Evelyn Vanderbilt was seated behind her desk, watching something on a large screen. She paused the footage with a flick of her finger and turned her cold gaze toward Ashley.
"If you're here to talk about that kid," Evelyn said flatly, her voice carrying the weight of absolute authority, "you should go to your brother."
Ashley didn't flinch. She closed the door behind her with a soft click and walked forward with measured steps, her white heels clicking against the floor. Her red suit hugged her voluptuous figure perfectly, the deep neckline and tailored cut giving her an air of both professionalism and calculated sensuality.
"If I wanted to talk to my useless brother, I wouldn't have come all the way up here," Ashley replied smoothly, stopping in front of Evelyn's desk. "I came to talk to the person who actually runs this guild."
Evelyn leaned back in her chair, her expression unchanging.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Ashley. Say what you came to say and leave. I have actual work to do."
Ashley's smile remained perfectly composed, though it didn't reach her eyes. She placed her hands lightly on the edge of the desk and leaned forward just enough to create an intimate tone.
"I understand you tend not to concern yourself with trivial matters," she continued, her voice silky and measured. "Killing an insignificant life wouldn't interest someone of your caliber. But this situation is no longer simple. Based on the reports I've reviewed about that boy Lucas… he is far from insignificant. He is ambitious. Ruthless. And sooner or later, there will be a struggle for the throne between the two brothers."
Ashley's eyes sharpened as she stared directly at Evelyn.
"As someone who is so fiercely protective of her son, here is what I truly don't understand. Why did you let him live? Don't tell me it was caution toward my father. We both know you don't lose sleep over anyone's opinion. If you truly wanted him gone, no one in this world could have stopped you. So why spare him?"
Evelyn stared at her for a long moment, the silence heavy.
Then she let out a cold, humorless laugh.
"Why should I kill a tool that can help my son grow?" Evelyn sighed softly, rising from her chair and moving to pour herself a cup of coffee. "My son has always been talented. Combat, tactics, mana control — I know no one in this generation can come close to him."
Ashley didn't interrupt. As much as it pained her to admit it, she knew it was true. Her own son could never catch up to Alex in raw talent.
Evelyn continued calmly, "However, he needs a trigger. A proper catalyst to push him beyond his limits. Now that he has one, he will reach heights no one in this world has ever seen. So why would I destroy the trigger before it fulfills its purpose?"
Ashley's brows furrowed slightly.
"You've been underestimating that boy too much, Evelyn. Baron met him yesterday. He is not simple. What if he reaches a level where even you can no longer control him?"
Evelyn smiled softly, her golden-amber eyes flashing with dark amusement.
"How do you know what level I'm at, Ashley?"
Ashley's expression froze. A sudden, chilling realization washed over her.
"It's not possible, right…? There's no way…"
Evelyn didn't confirm or deny it. She simply took a slow sip of her coffee, her presence growing colder.
"You can leave now. I have entertained you far enough."
Evelyn raised her hand, about to snap her fingers.
"Wait," Ashley said quickly, her voice still composed but with a hint of urgency. "So you won't interfere if my son makes a move on him at the university, correct?"
Evelyn's eyes turned cold like the void itself.
"You can do whatever you want," she replied, her tone dangerously soft. "However, your son Baron is not my concern. If you think you can use this situation to elevate your branch of the family, you are welcome to try. But if you ever try to involve my son in your little schemes… I will personally make sure you and your son disappear from the Vanderbilt name forever."
Evelyn snapped her fingers.
Ashley vanished from the room in an instant and teleported outside the door. Her guards flinched at the sudden appearance, but Ashley simply laughed lightly and shook her head.
"Oh, Daddy… you're going to have your hands full."
She adjusted her suit and walked away with the same confident stride she had arrived with.
**
In the grand Guild Master's office atop the Apex Vanguard headquarters, James Vanderbilt leaned back in his high-backed chair, fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished armrest.
Marcus stood before the desk, posture straight and respectful as always.
"Lady Ashley just left, sir," he reported quietly. "She went straight to Madam Evelyn's floor."
James let out a slow breath, his eyes distant. His fingers continued their steady drumming.
"Of course she did," he murmured. "Ashley won't let a chance like this slip. Baron only has a year left at the academy. She'll use her son to try and control Lucas… or at least position him as a useful piece in whatever game she's playing."
Marcus adjusted his glasses, choosing his words carefully.
"Guild Master, what if we use the Obsidian Circle to keep Baron in check? Young Master Lucas has only just awakened. He still needs time to build his own power and standing."
James shook his head slowly, a faint, bitter smile touching his lips.
"My father gave a clear order. We are not to interfere in academy matters. We can protect Lucas from outside threats, but inside those walls… he must survive on his own."
Marcus hesitated, his expression showing rare doubt.
"But if we don't help… can he really survive in there? The academy is a battlefield. Baron is volatile, and the side branches are already circling."
James let out a low, genuine laugh. He turned his head slightly toward the window, gazing at the city lights below.
"You didn't really read his file properly, did you, Marcus?"
The Guild Master's voice carried a strange mix of amusement and something darker — respect, perhaps even a hint of pride.
"That kid survived worse than anything the academy can throw at him. He grew up in the gutters, cleaning up after his mother's drunken nights, fighting for scraps, and still managed to awaken a Mythic class the moment he got a real chance. If Ashley really thinks her little joker of a son can control Lucas…"
James's eyes darkened with quiet certainty.
"She's in for a very unpleasant surprise."
Marcus remained silent, processing his master's words. James leaned back further in his chair, fingers finally stilling on the armrest.
"Let them play their games," he said softly. "The academy will sort out who is truly strong… and who is merely pretending."
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