My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything-Chapter 426: Outside Of Time

The grove was still, quiet in the golden wash of late afternoon light. Leaves rustled softly overhead, and a warm breeze stirred the edges of Ezra's coat.

Beside him, Adam stood unmoving, watching the sky with a knowing glint in his eye. Then came the faintest shift in the air, like a ripple passing through water, or the pause between heartbeats.

Adam held out a hand, palm open. Ezra hesitated a moment, then placed his hand in Adam's. The moment their fingers touched, the world around them twisted.

Colors bent. Sound ceased.

And time… stopped.

Ezra blinked in shock as the world fell away, replaced by a space of impossibility.

The air shimmered like liquid glass, warping and shifting in subtle undulations. The ground beneath them was not solid, nor sky above. Everything was a plane of endless shimmer, like standing inside a memory. There was no wind, no light source, but visibility remained perfect.

Ezra felt the surge of vitality within him slow, then stop completely, like a placid lake. In this space, there was no fear. Just awe.

And at the center of it all… stood a man.

He looked young, yet old. But not in the way of Adam. In the way of… Ezra.

He was tall and lean, wearing a beautifully tailored suit in shades of black and ash. His long hair was dark blue, shimmering with a faint sheen, falling in soft waves down to his shoulders to the small of his back.

His golden eyes, so much like Ezra's, glowed with the weariness of centuries. His skin was flawless, ageless. But it was clear from the way he stood, from the stillness in his shoulders and the tired set of his mouth, that he was broken.

Not physically.

But inwardly. In soul.

Ezra's breath caught.

"Is that…?"

Adam nodded, voice suddenly reverent. "Yes. That's him."

The Progenitor.

The one who had created and ruled over the Vampire Monarchy on earth, a thousand years ago. The one who had left, sealing away his legacy, his knowledge, and himself from the world.

The father of all vampires, and the original Eternal.

Ezra stepped forward slowly, unsure what to say.

The Progenitor turned his head slightly, eyes locking onto Ezra, his gaze feeling like a heavy weight.

And then, he smiled, faintly.

"I didn't think anyone would reach me." He said, voice low and quiet, like the first word spoken in a cathedral. "And certainly not someone with Shadrach's face."

Ezra froze. This was very real. It was different from the dreams he had as Shadrach. It was different from the memories that were sealed in keys or relics.

"Shadrach?" He repeated, not knowing what to say.

"My heir." The Progenitor said, nodding. "You wear his face. But your soul… is your own."

Adam stepped forward. "My lord. I have come to fulfil the duty that was passed onto me. To bring the Prince here."

The Progenitor inclined his head. "And you've done it well. Thank you."

Then his gaze returned to Ezra. "And you. What is your name, child?"

Ezra swallowed. "Ezra Matten."

The Progenitor nodded slowly. "Matten. That line endured, then."

The Progenitor's eyes dimmed as he exhaled, the sound carrying with it untold stories. "I wasn't sure it was the right decision. But if the door is left open… things might come in. Things that could destroy this world."

"The Abyss… it's always reaching, always whispering. But there is no one left to carry the burden of keeping it in check. So, I must lock it away. Seal the gates from within. It would buy time."

"And that is why I came here. Outside of time. To check for myself." He smiled sadly as he stared at Ezra. "I didn't believe anyone would come after me. Not until it was too late."

"And now?" Ezra asked.

The Progenitor studied him.

"I see you." He said. "I see the power around your soul. The weave answers you. Your relic obeys you. And most importantly…"

He stepped forward and raised a hand, brushing two fingers just above Ezra's chest.

"You carry the key."

Ezra nodded, remembering the breastplate that had almost led to him destroying Faewall. The key that had kickstarted his ability to peer into the weave. "The key to the palace…" he muttered.

"It's right there. Wrapped around your soul." The Progenitor said, his golden eyes shimmering as he stared at something beyond the physical. "That's how I now know the earth will be unsealed when it needs to be. Because you will be there to do it."

Ezra stared. "You're putting a lot of faith in someone you just met."

The Progenitor's lips twitched. "I've seen enough, Ezra Matten. I can already see it in your soul. You've endured what others would not have survived. You've broken laws written by reality. And most importantly, you've held onto your humanity."

Silence stretched between them.

Ezra looked down. "So… this is it? Your confirmation to leave and seal the earth behind you?"

The Progenitor smiled warmly, grief still in his every action. "My time in this world is over. This place… is my legacy. But I have unfinished business in my home world. Earth is now your legacy. Complete the story, kid."

He extended his hand once more, palm open.

Ezra stepped forward and took it.

"Protect this world." The Progenitor said. "Not because it's perfect. But because you can make it better."

Ezra's hand tightened.

The Progenitor's eyes burned brighter.

"Stop holding back, Ezra Matten. You already have all you need."

And then the world faded.

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Light filtered through the trees as dusk arrived, silence filling the grove.

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Ezra stood beside Adam beneath the branches, blinking as his brain processed what had just happened.

He'd met the Progenitor in person. And actually touched him.

He already had all he needed to unseal the world. So the Progenitor had said.

"Thank you." He turned to Adam. "For everything."

Adam smiled softly. "My work is done. It's up to you now."

Ezra nodded. "I won't fail."

Adam stepped back, his eyes looking far beyond the horizon. "I know."

Then, just like that, he turned and walked away. No portal. No magic. Just a man continuing his journey.

Ezra stood there, watching him go.

This was the end of a story.

But it was also the beginning of something greater.