My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 524: EXTRA - When Fate Closes Its Eyes

"So… how is our friend doing?"

The voice echoed softly through the vastness of the conference hall, yet its presence was impossible to ignore. A being made of swirling galaxies walked from one side to the other, each step reverberating like a symphony of collapsing star systems.

This was Limbo, the Sustainer of Principles. An ancient entity, respected — and feared — by all sector administrators. Above him, only the Primordials of the Primordials — the first to awaken in the silence before creation.

He came to a halt, his nebulous eyes focusing on the two administrators before him. The ones responsible for the most unstable sector in the entire Multiverse. A sector where even fundamental laws refused to remain constant for long. A sector... ruled by Dante Scarlet.

Xyphon, the former White Administrator, bowed respectfully.

"At present, due to the contract made with that being… we've maintained a policy of non-intervention. We are merely observing and deflecting external threats so that he may deal with his own affairs. As you may already know, there has been a significant increase in intersectorial invasions over the last cycles. Nevertheless…"

Xyphon raised her eyes, glowing with data and fractal patterns."…Dante Scarlet is progressing remarkably within the testing sector we created…"

The second administrator, Irithiel, the former Black Administrator, more hesitant, shrank back slightly. He was a creature of swirling blue mist, with countless eyes scattered across his amorphous form.

"Y-yes, Lord Limbo!" he stammered nervously. "Currently, Dante Scarlet has developed his domain with a speed and efficiency far beyond projected parameters. He is, by all accounts, preparing to fulfill the agreement we made with him."

"Ahem." Xyphon cleared her throat subtly and resumed, voice firm.

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"Indeed. Based on the latest multitemporal analyses and probabilistic sector development projections… we can confidently say that Dante has built one of the four most structured Hells in the last few billion years."

Limbo remained silent for a moment. Galaxies spun across his face as if engaged in silent debate. Then, calmly, he asked,"'Exceptional' how?"

Xyphon nodded, having anticipated the question.

"As you know, our power metrics are vast and complex, but using parameters of military strength and dimensional influence, I can offer a clear example."

She raised a hand, and holographic images of intersectorial wars appeared, displaying scenes of chaos and conquest.

"Dante Scarlet is classified as an Omega-Level entity. And based on recent surveys, we can confirm that his subordinates — with no direct involvement from Dante or his generals — possess the potential to invade and conquer more than twenty mid-level sectors."

The hall fell into silence.

Limbo ceased his movements. The galaxies in his form paused for a moment. Time itself seemed to hesitate.

"More than twenty… without Dante intervening?"

"Yes, sir."

"And his generals?"

Xyphon hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

"Dante's generals, as you know, do not usually act unless ordered. But if they did… estimates indicate they could decimate even High-Level Sectors."

Limbo tilted his head slightly, as if weighing the gravity of the information. "And Dante himself?"

The mist-born administrator's voice trembled as he answered,"We do not possess sufficient data on his current power… All attempts at direct observation are either distorted or absorbed. But… theoretical analysts believe he has already surpassed the threshold of conventional existence. Dante Scarlet is no longer merely a ruler… he is a concept."

Limbo remained still, the stars within him flaring gently like exhaled breaths."He's achieved divinity?" he asked.

"Strictly speaking… the sheer number of divinities he's accumulated through the love of his subjects alone… He holds nearly every divinity of war, strength, and power… and, well… he continues to gain more with each passing day."

Limbo was silent… Such a development was expected of someone like Dante — or rather, Azi Dahaka — yet even so, it was still staggering.

"Very well," he said at last, turning away. "Continue observing. Do not interfere. And… do not provoke him."

"Yes, Lord Limbo," the two responded in unison, relieved to leave the meeting with their existences still intact.

As Limbo walked away, the stars that composed his body began to pulse in a subtle, nearly imperceptible pattern. A cosmic dance that followed no known rhythm. Was it worry? Or perhaps… something even more dangerous. Curiosity.

He paused for a moment in the corridor made of vacuum and light, and murmured into the void:

"How did it come to this…"

His voice echoed like a contained supernova, laden with centuries of reflection.

Then, the air was filled with the scent of ancient life. The space beside him warped softly, as if the very fabric of the universe bowed in reverence.

A figure emerged. It didn't walk. It didn't float. It simply… appeared. As if it had always been there, waiting for the right moment to be noticed.

Yggdrazil.

The First Root. The Green Mother. The Original Trunk from which all trees of every world descend. She was more than a goddess. She was a concept embedded in the very birth of creation.

Her hair was a weave of vines entangled with forgotten constellations. Her eyes, mirrors of eternal forests and ancient savannas. Her voice? A whisper of leaves in the wind mixed with the thunder of growth.

"Still wondering, Limbo?" she asked with a smile that was both gentle and ancient. "You saw the possibilities… before any of us."

Limbo turned slowly, like a nebula shifting direction, his star-filled eyes locking onto hers.

"I saw the possible paths, Yggdrazil. But not this one. Not a future where… he would thrive in chaos."

Yggdrazil moved closer, with the calmness of millennia blooming in every unseen step.

"Perhaps because Dante Scarlet isn't a common seed," she said, lightly touching the air. A small flower bloomed from the void, lingering for a moment before dissolving. "He is… a necessary anomaly. The exception that forces the cosmos to reinvent itself."

Limbo remained silent, watching the remnants of the flower vanish like star-dust.

"Or a mistake we learned to accept too late."

Yggdrazil did not deny it, nor did she affirm it. She simply smiled—serene and timeless.

"Even the oldest trees need pruning… or space to grow."

That conversation, lost between dimensions, would never be recorded in any sacred tome, nor echoed in any celestial chant. But there, between the Sustainer of Principles and the First Root, the fate of the Multiverse was silently debated.

"Many years remain before the Last War begins…" Yggdrazil spoke softly, almost as if conversing with the cosmos itself. Her eyes fixed on a distant point where a freshly destroyed galaxy still spun slowly, innocent and unaware of the cruel fate that awaited it. "I hope Azi Dahaka grows even more until then."

Limbo stayed silent, the constellations within his form spinning to a deep, solemn rhythm. The atmosphere between them was dense, saturated with memories, possibilities, and fears.

Yggdrazil sighed. A soft sound, but within it echoed the winds that blow through the roots of all worlds.

"He keeps destroying worlds… one after another. What drives him, truly?" she asked, more to herself than to the Sustainer.

"A being molded by the deepest darkness, born in the shadows of oblivion… and yet, embraced by the fire of a dragon. A fire he… betrayed."

There was a reverent silence. Limbo merely observed, but it was as though even time itself had paused in respect to the memory.

"I pity Angra Mainyu…" Yggdrazil's voice bore the weight of countless eras. Her expression—shaped by the roots of the world and the leaves of time—was filled with serene sorrow.

"He challenged someone who still could have become something greater. Someone who, despite everything, carried a spark of light. But instead of guiding him… he tried to control him."

She looked into the cosmic void, where distant echoes of fallen civilizations still shimmered within the fabric of reality.

"Azi Dahaka called him son. Gave him a name, a purpose, a throne in the depths. But in the end…"She closed her eyes briefly.

"He was burned by what he created. His own legacy consumed him. His son betrayed him."

Limbo stood in contemplative silence. The stars in his form rotated more slowly now, as if the universe itself was reflecting on those words.

"He still hasn't reclaimed everything," he finally said, his voice resounding like a thousand galaxies colliding in unison.

"Dante Scarlet is still incomplete."

Yggdrazil turned to face him, her eyes like vast ancestral forests, her voice heavy with unrest.

"Then why haven't you stopped him yet? We have power. All of us together could contain him. Seal him. Unmake him."

Limbo sighed—a breath that made nebulas tremble and black holes momentarily collapse.

"Ah… if only it were that simple,"he replied, folding his arms as he gazed at a point beyond reality."Chaos has deemed his existence necessary. Infinity… merely nodded."

"And the Judges?" — she asked, her voice hardening.

"They declared that all of it is part of the Grand Cycle. Life, death, betrayal, ascension… Everything falls within the plan."He paused, then added:"And Fate itself has forbidden interference. To it, this war is inevitable… and essential."

Yggdrazil clenched her fists, roots trembling across the entire upper plane.

"So in the end, it was Fate who decided,"she said bitterly, as if the word itself were a sentence.

Limbo nodded, his eyes like stellar voids.

"Yes… And when even Fate closes its eyes, all we can do is wait… and hope the world still exists when Dante Scarlet finishes what that man began."