My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything-Chapter 435: To The Ark

Ezra stood atop a platform of woven darkness, high above the Matten estate.

The dark base beneath his feet hummed faintly with the breath of the weave itself, anchoring him from the swirling storm that had formed above Blue Moor.

His arms were crossed, his long coat rippling against the wind, his golden eyes locked on the distant horizon.

He'd quickly learned after advancing to the Ninth Ring that he couldn't hide it anymore. No matter how much he used his chameleon tattoo, his golden eyes had always bled through.

But maybe that was a good thing. Now, he didn't have to hide who and what he was anymore.

And that was why he was out here.

He was waiting.

He had been waiting.

The stars above him flickered, almost as if they, too, were holding their breath.

Then, a pinprick of light appeared on the edge of the world.

Ezra straightened.

A second later, the light expanded, surging toward him like a comet.

With a loud crack as it broke the sound barrier, the light solidified into a platform of burning radiance.

It was the Daydream Court.

Arthur stood at the front, his silver hair gleaming like a blade. Romanus was just behind him, face unreadable. Priya lounged to the side with a smile too sharp to be casual, and Ola's very presence seemed to crackle with coiled lightning.

For a heartbeat, neither side moved.

Then, the relics stirred.

Ezra felt it first.

The moment the Daydream relics came into proximity with Valaren, the Nightmare relic of pure darkness, reality screamed.

Their relics were designed to clash. They were meant to oppose, to incite, to rage against each other's existence.

A hum filled the air and in an instant, it had grown into a loud shriek.

Before anyone could say a word, the Daydream Court attacked.

Arthur moved first.

His hand blurred, a spear of pure light forming between his fingers and launching forward at breakneck speed. The spear tore through the air, aiming directly for Ezra's heart.

At the same instant, Ola lifted her arms.

A pillar of lightning exploded downward from the sky, slamming toward Ezra with enough force to flatten a city.

Romanus conjured a ball of dark light, a gravitational singularity that warped and shredded the space around it, and he hurled it forward.

Priya simply smiled and stretched out her hand.

Ezra's body jerked as gravity itself seized him, trying to pin him to the platform, force him in place as the attacks screamed towards him.

But Ezra didn't move.

He simply spoke.

A single word that had so much Authority, even the world itself could do nothing to deny it.

"Stop."

And the world obeyed.

The wind froze. The light froze. The attacks froze.

Time itself hesitated.

The Daydream Court hovered, locked in the moment of their aggression, their faces contorted with fury.

This was the power of the Ninth Ring ability, Authority.

Ezra moved his hand calmly as if he had all the time in the world, even as his vitality was burning faster than it had ever been through his decades as a vampire. Even as the world paused, he couldn't do more than move a hand.

His eyes burned as he reached into the weave, fingers brushing the threads that made up reality, and pulled.

The world around them tore apart like silk.

The night sky vanished.

The platform of light beneath them buckled and shifted.

When the Daydream Court unfroze, blinking in confusion, they found themselves not over Blue Moor anymore, but inside a vast, domed hall, a space so massive it seemed almost to have its own sky.

At the center of the hall stood a colossal round table with seven black thrones arrayed around it.

This was the Ark.

The seat of power for the Vampire Society.

Seven figures stood from their thrones, the Elders, each radiating an ancient, oppressive power. Fortuna was among them, her eyes wide in shock.

Ezra stood at the center of the hall, a wide smirk on his face.

"Welcome." He said, spreading his arms wide. "I thought we could all… catch up."

The Daydream Court's confusion lasted only a heartbeat.

Their fury lasted longer.

With a roar, battle erupted.

Eleven powerful attacks targeted Ezra simultaneously, seven from the Elders, four from the Daydream Court.

Ezra smiled.

He didn't panic.

Instead, he split.

One Ezra lunged left, another right, and the final Ezra shot straight up, his wings of darkness flaring outward.

The two ground-bound Ezras were shredded by the wave of attacks, their bodies dissolving into nothingness.

But the third Ezra, the one flying, dodged upward into the air, spiraling through Arthur's beam of light and narrowly missing Romanus's void sphere.

He rose higher, then bent the weave once more.

With a casual flick of his fingers, he switched the positions of everyone in the hall.

Suddenly, Arthur stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Fortuna.

Romanus found himself flanked by two furious Elders.

Ola and Priya were thrown into the thick of the group of Elders.

Ezra grinned.

"That's more like it."

Confusion filled the hall.

For a heartbeat, everyone hesitated, unsure who to strike.

And then instinct won out.

The Elders and the Daydream Court turned on each other.

Screams filled the air as years upon years of distrust, ambition, and old rivalries boiled to the surface.

The hall became a whirlwind of destruction. Beams of light, blood-forged chains, storms of fire and ice, all detonating at once.

Arthur clashed with Fortuna, his light hissing against her fire, the two powers somehow colliding in the air, hissing and shrieking.

Romanus found himself fending off two Elders, his dark sphere barely keeping him from being torn apart.

Priya screamed as a pillar of burning air from an Elder caught her in the side.

Ezra floated above it all, untouched.

Watching.

Judging.

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He wasn't arrogant enough to think he could beat all eleven of them in a fair fight.

But that was never his plan.

Let them butcher each other.

And when they came to their senses?

He would end whoever was left.