Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband-Chapter 170: The Silver Sky

The sky didn’t just break. It poured.

When the Sun Shield shattered, the purple haze of the Void rushed in like a tidal wave. The golden light of the Capital was choked out, replaced by a suffocating twilight.

From the floating black cathedrals, the doors opened.

They didn’t drop bombs. They dropped Soldiers.

Thousands of them. Twisted, lanky creatures made of black oil and white bone. They landed on the marble streets with wet splats, then rose up, shrieking with voices that sounded like tearing metal.

"DEFEND THE CITY!" Prince Bastion roared.

He didn’t need a microphone. His voice was a thunderclap. He leaped from the balcony of the Throne Room, landing forty feet below in the courtyard.

He slammed his claymore into the ground. A shockwave of golden aura knocked back the first wave of monsters.

"Lion Guard! Phalanx Formation!"

The Lion Guards, gleaming in their golden armor, locked shields. They formed a wall of gold against the tide of black.

"Well," Rajah said, cracking his knuckles as he stood on the balcony ledge. "I haven’t had a good workout in weeks."

He looked at Rurik. "Race you to the bottom?"

"You’re on, stripes!" Rurik laughed.

The Warlords jumped.

Rajah landed like a meteor. His blue flames ignited, turning a circle of Void-Beasts into ash instantly. He moved like a dancer, his sword spinning a web of fire.

Rurik didn’t land. He rode a bolt of lightning down, smashing into a Void-Beast so hard the cobblestones shattered. "Hahaha! Who wants a hug? I’m electric!"

Caspian stood on the balcony, raising his trident. He couldn’t jump (he was still injured), but he wasn’t useless. He pulled moisture from the air, forming razor-sharp icicles that rained down like arrows, pinning the monsters to the ground.

Lucien simply vanished. One second he was on the balcony, the next, shadows in the courtyard were elongating, swallowing monsters whole.

Princess Leonora drew her rapier. She looked at Leonis.

"Brother," she said. "Guard the Heirs. I’m going to help Bastion."

"Go," Emperor Leonis commanded, standing in front of the kids with his sword drawn. "I will hold the Throne."

The battle was fierce, but the sheer number of Void-Beasts was overwhelming. They climbed the walls. They smashed through windows. Debris began to rain down on the fleeing civilians.

A massive chunk of the shattered Sun Shield—a piece of solid magic glass weighing ten tons—fell from the sky. It was heading straight for a group of servants huddled in the garden.

"Look out!" Jax screamed from the doorway.

But before the glass could crush them, a flash of silver light blinded everyone.

Primrose appeared in the air above the garden.

She didn’t look like a Nanny anymore. She looked like a deity.

Her Nine Silver Tails fanned out, creating a massive flower of light.

"Shield," Primrose whispered.

The silver light expanded. It caught the falling glass debris and disintegrated it into harmless sparkles.

The light didn’t stop there. It spread outward, covering the entire palace grounds in a shimmering silver dome.

Every Void-Beast that touched the silver light screamed and dissolved.

The Silver Sovereign had declared her territory.

Inside the Throne Room, the kids and Luna were pressed against the window, watching the chaos.

"Whoa," Vali breathed, his face pressed against the glass. "Prim is shiny."

Clover nodded, her face also pressed to the glass.

"She is utilizing a high-density mana field," Arjun analyzed, adjusting his glasses. "The silver mana has purifying properties. It is essentially Void-Repellent."

Ellia stood next to Arjun. She wasn’t looking at Primrose. She was looking at her father, Bastion, fighting in the courtyard below.

"He’s surrounded," Ellia whispered, her hands clenching into fists.

Arjun saw her fear. He hesitantly reached out and took her hand.

"He is the Grand General," Arjun said stiffly. "His combat metrics are in the 99th percentile. He will not fall."

Ellia looked at him. She squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Lord Arjun."

Arjun’s ears turned pink.

Silas stood by the throne, his eyes glowing violet. He watched the shadows in the room, making sure none of them moved without his permission.

"Orion," Silas said. "Are you scared?"

Orion, who was sitting on the throne eating a cracker, looked up.

"No," Orion said calmly. "Primrose is glowing. Dad is shooting ice. And we have snacks. The tactical situation is acceptable."

Suddenly, the fighting stopped.

The Void-Beasts froze. They stopped shrieking. They stopped biting.

They all turned to look at the sky.

The massive Black Ship descended. It didn’t land. It hovered over the palace, blocking out the sun completely.

A beam of purple light shot down, hitting the center of the courtyard.

When the light faded, a figure stood there.

He was tall. He wore a suit that looked like it was cut from the night sky—black, with moving stars woven into the fabric. He held a cane topped with a black diamond.

But his face...

He didn’t have a face.

Where his head should be, there was a floating, perfect sphere of Vantablack. And in the center of that sphere was a single, vertical white eye.

The Void Sovereign.

The Sovereign tapped his cane on the ground.

TOC.

The sound silenced the entire city. The wind stopped blowing. The fires stopped crackling.

He looked up at Primrose, floating in her silver aura.

"Impressive," the Sovereign said. His voice didn’t come from a mouth. It resonated in the bones of everyone present. "I haven’t seen a Silver Nine-Tails since the Era of Creation."

Primrose floated down, landing between the Sovereign and the Palace. Her tails bristled, creating a wall of silver light.

"You’re trespassing," Primrose said, her voice echoing with divine power. "Get off my lawn."

The Sovereign chuckled. The white eye squinted.

"Your lawn? I think not. This world is a failed experiment. It is messy. Chaotic. Broken."

He swept his hand toward the Warlords, who were battered and bleeding.

"Look at them. Fighting. Struggling. Why resist? The Void is peace. The Void is silence. I offer you unity."

"We have unity," Rajah spat, stepping forward. "It’s called a family. And we don’t like visitors."

The Sovereign ignored him. He looked past Primrose. He looked past the Warlords.

His eye locked onto the Throne Room window.

He saw the kids.

"Ah," the Sovereign hummed. "There they are. The Seeds."

Primrose moved to block his line of sight. "Don’t you look at them."

"Why not?" the Sovereign asked. "They are the reason I am here."

He pointed his cane at the window.

"I do not want your land, Fox. I have infinite worlds. I do not want your gold. What I want... is Potential."

He pointed at Arjun.

"The Tiger’s Wrath."

He pointed at Vali.

"The Wolf’s Bond."

He pointed at Jasper.

"The Serpent’s Wisdom."

He pointed at Silas.

"The Panther’s Shadow."

He pointed at Orion.

"The Merman’s Voice."

And finally, he pointed at Ellia.

"The Lion’s Pride."

"The Founder Bloodlines," the Sovereign explained, his voice hungry. "They are not just children. They are living keys to the Elemental Plane. If I consume them... I can rewrite the laws of the universe. I can stop the entropy that eats my own dimension."

He took a step forward.

"Give me the Heirs. And I will leave the rest of you alive in your broken little world."

The silence stretched.

Emperor Leonis stepped out onto the balcony, his sword drawn.

Prince Bastion raised his claymore in the courtyard.

The Warlords tightened their grips on their weapons.

And Primrose?

Primrose laughed.

It was a cold, terrifying sound.

"You want the kids?" Primrose asked, her Silver Tails flaring up until they were brighter than the sun.

She floated off the ground again. The silver mark on her hand burned.

"I’m a Nanny," Primrose said. "Do you know what that means?"

She summoned the Heart of the Tide—now integrated into her soul—and mixed it with the Fire and the Lightning.

"It means," Primrose growled, "I deal with messes like you for a living."

She snapped her fingers.

"GET HIM!"

Primrose didn’t attack alone.

From the balcony, Emperor Leonis slammed his hand onto a golden rune.

"SOLARIS DEFENSE PROTOCOL: SUN HAMMER!"

The broken shards of the Sun Shield in the sky stopped falling. They turned around. They aimed at the Sovereign.

From the courtyard, Bastion roared. "LION GUARD! CHARGE!"

From the sides, the Warlords launched a coordinated strike.

And from the Throne Room window, Silas whispered one word.

"Bite."

The Sovereign’s own shadow rebelled. It grew teeth and bit his ankle.

The Sovereign looked down, annoyed.

"So be it," the Sovereign sighed. "If you will not give me the Seeds... I will harvest them from your corpses."

He raised his cane.

The Black Eye in the sky opened fully.

Gravity reversed.

Everyone—Warlords, Guards, Primrose—was lifted off the ground, floating helplessly into the air.

"Welcome to the Void," the Sovereign whispered.