The violin screeching over the speakers wasn’t just a sound; it was a physical weight.
As the Blue Danube played in a twisted, slow minor key, the air in the Grand Pavilion turned heavy. The candles flickered and burned green. The water in the fountains turned into thick, black sludge.
Rajah slammed his hands on the High Table.
"Guards! Secure the perimeter!"
Nothing happened.
The Tiger Guards at the gates didn’t move. They were frozen, their feet encased in black crystal that had erupted from the ground silently.
"They can’t hear you, General," a smooth voice purred.
The spotlight on the stage shifted. It landed not on the band, but on a man standing in the center of the dance floor.
The Boss.
He wasn’t wearing a mask. He was wearing a pristine charcoal tuxedo that fit perfectly among the noble guests. He held a glass of champagne in one hand and a cane made of black Void crystal in the other.
He looked frustratingly human. Handsome, in a cold, forgettable way. Like a banker who had come to foreclose on their lives.
"Sorry I’m late," The Boss smiled, raising his glass to Leonora. "Traffic in the Void is terrible this time of year. Lovely dress, by the way. It will look stunning with a splash of red."
Rurik didn’t wait for a speech. He grabbed a heavy oak chair and hurled it at the man.
"Get out!" Rurik roared.
The Boss didn’t flinch. He just tapped his cane on the floor.
THUD.
A wave of purple force exploded outward.
The chair disintegrated into dust before it hit him.
The force wave hit the guests. It wasn’t an explosion; it was gravity.
Every normal guest—the nobles, the bakers, the musicians—was slammed into their seats. They couldn’t move. They couldn’t scream. They were pinned like insects in a display case.
Only the Warlords, the kids, Primrose, Leonora, Luna, and Jax could remain standing, though their knees buckled under the pressure.
"Please," The Boss chided, adjusting his cufflinks. "Sit. This is the reception. We haven’t even cut the cake yet."
Caspian pulled Primrose behind him, his trident materializing in his hand. The water in the air hissed, turning to steam against the Void pressure.
"What do you want?" Caspian demanded, his eyes glowing. "You failed in the East. You have no army here."
"I don’t need an army, Fish King," The Boss said, walking casually toward the tables. "I have quality over quantity."
He stopped near the High Table. He looked at Arjun, who was trembling but trying to be brave next to Rajah.
Then he looked across the room at Jasper, Orion, Vali, Silas, and Clover.
A hungry, terrifying smile spread across his face.
"The Dragon experiment failed because the subject was too old," The Boss explained, as if discussing a cooking recipe. "Adult souls are rigid. They break when you pour the Void into them."
He pointed his cane at Arjun.
"But children... children are malleable. They adapt. They evolve."
Rajah’s eyes turned into slits. A low, vibrating growl started in his chest that shook the floorboards.
"You are not looking at my son," Rajah whispered. The air around him began to distort with heat. "You are looking at your death."
"I’m looking at the Tiger Heir," The Boss corrected. "And the Snake Heir. And the Wolf Heir. And the Merman Prince."
He spread his arms.
"I’m not here to crash the party, Rajah. I’m here to collect my ingredients. I’m going to build a new pantheon. And your children are going to be the gods."
Leonora moved.
She didn’t use a sword. She grabbed the silver cake knife from the table. She ripped the heavy skirt of her wedding dress away, revealing the leather trousers she wore underneath (because a Lioness is always prepared).
"TOUCH HIM AND DIE!" Leonora screamed.
She lunged over the table, aiming for the Boss’s throat.
The Boss sighed.
"So emotional. Ushers! Show them to their seats."
He snapped his fingers.
The shadows behind him rippled. Six tall, faceless figures emerged. They wore tattered tuxedos, but their bodies were made of black smoke and Void static.
The Void Ushers.
Two of them intercepted Leonora. They didn’t hit her; they moved through her, chilling her soul and knocking her back with a blast of cold air.
"Protect the cubs!" Primrose shouted, her tails lighting up the dim room.
Chaos erupted.



VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband