A shiver ran down Emilia’s spine, but it wasn’t just fear. It was something deeper, darker. Something she had never felt before.

And then came the invitation.

A parchment with golden ink. A seal bearing the mark of the Princes of Hell.

—It seems someone wants to meet you —Wrath said, holding the letter between his fingers.

Emilia took it and read the words that would change her fate:

"Your presence is summoned in the Kingdom of the Damned. It is time to uncover the truth."

The air grew heavy around her.

—Tell me this isn’t a trap.

Wrath smiled with the ease of someone who already knew the answer.

—Of course, it is.

And yet, Emilia knew she would go.

Fourth Part: The Dance of Betrayal

The air turned cold as Emilia crossed the gates of the Kingdom of the Damned. There was no turning back. The ground beneath her feet was not stone but something dark and alive, as if the very earth was breathing. At her side, Wrath moved with the confidence of someone who belonged there.

—Don’t stop. Don’t show fear. And above all, don’t make promises —he warned.