The area around the Ramuza family seemed grand and saintly, as they presented themselves to the public—walls painted in soft cream, lamps glowing orange, flags waving with holy patterns. The image of Ramuza in front of Baku City seemed divine, pristine, like a family chosen by the gods. But under those robes of respect, their roots crawled into the underworld, hidden ties with Tideborn.

As Vaiven's crew members stepped inside, the air shifted. Voslimo stood waiting, wearing a blue printed torso cloth, the fabric decorated with swirling patterns of cranes and dragons. His body looked giant, shoulders heavy like a mountain, belly wide, his face carrying both warmth and something unreadable.

Back to the moment, where Voslimo asked—his deep voice cracking the silence:

"Here in Baku, searching for Ash Phantom?? Who is he now??"

The question itself cut through the greeting air, sharp, weighted.

Aazin and Ryzin heard it and glanced at each other, then laughed lightly, not too loud, more like a hidden smirk.

Ryzin spoke first, his tone calm but biting at the edges. You know that boy Nova Makai… yes, he might be Ash Phantom. That's what celestial organisations are telling. But we are not that sure. Many probabilities still float. Many celestial groups out there are hunting for the signs. We already killed some of them, but still… There are remains. Hints."

He leaned forward, voice lowering."Right now, there are three main possibilities. And two of them are here. First—Nova Makai. Second—Auren Ryuki. Both under our eyes. Soon, we'll catch them. And kill."

Aazin added smoothly, "Leave that to us. You tell, Voslimo… how's your priest business? Still shining??"

Voslimo roared into a laugh, head thrown back."Hahaha, great, everything is going good. Hahaha."

But then his tone shifted, lowering, slower, secretive."Ash Phantom… I wonder what's so special about him. I wonder what Vaiven learned abroad. What kind of architect do you read? Because information about Ash Phantom… isn't written inside Winland."

He stared hard, eyes gleaming."But I know… You don't have these answers either. Still, I wonder. Legends… evils of that era… all could do anything. But still… Ash Phantom caught your leader's eyes."

His voice broke into a playful laugh.

Aazin and Ryzin joined him, laughing too. Then Ryzin spoke: "Well, we don't know much about Ash Phantom. We are not the main leads of the Vaiven ship. Only the core lead, the one who travels across all mainlands in search of mythical power, knows the truth—what Ash Phantom really is… what he means. We follow orders. And we believe him… to death."

Aazin then said something clear, his voice low and steady.

"All I know about Ash Phantom comes from our father figure, Garline—the right-hand man of Draven. He always used to say Ash Phantom differs from all the crucial leads of the Grand Era. You guys better not dig too deep about him. Knowing too much may cause consequences and trouble, Vaiven."

Aazin shrugged like a man replaying old warnings. "I never understood what he meant when we were kids, but Garline warned a lot. He said Ash Phantom might challenge us in the hunt for mythical power. We—Vaiven—have dominated the oceans for more than a decade. We are the greatest, as the world knows. Winland fears our presence. We have many ties—families, cities, and the underworld."

His face darkened slightly. "Still, Leader Draven thinks… when that boy reawakens his inner energy, Vitara, he could become trouble for us. Once he starts progressing, he might become dangerous."

Everyone in the Ramuza family stood stunned, feeling the heaviness in the air after listening to the talk.

You could see their fear written on their faces. Still, a pinch of arrogance rested on their shoulders—the arrogance of pride and ego for their family. Yet, even with that weight of superiority, they acted humbly in front of Vaiven's men.

Aazin and Ryzin carried themselves with the natural superiority that came from the Vaiven tag. Wherever they stood, they felt above others. The young women of the Ramuza family were truly impressed by the charm of both brothers, their eyes stealing glances, their expressions betraying quiet admiration.

Above the main hall, on the balcony inside the royal house, several figures stood watching. Some were vigorous men, giants in size, their frames larger than ordinary humans. They wore samurai-like torsos, their swords clung tightly near their waists. Beside them, ladies stood—elegant, their beauty almost overwhelming, their presence like fire hidden in silk, their hotness exposed with little effort.

Ryzin smirked, tilting his head just slightly as his eyes swept the room."Well," he said, his voice laced with playful arrogance, "I know you called us here for your welcome… but it feels more like you're the ones being dominated, yes?"

He let out a laugh—light, careless, yet sharp enough to cut through the pride hanging in the air.

The Ramuza family offered a grand room to Aazin and Ryzin—a chamber built to impress, almost holy in its appearance.

Lamps floated all around, their soft glow hovering like fireflies captured in glass. The walls themselves seemed alive, veins pulsating with a faint blue light, as though the room had a heartbeat of its own. At the center lay a bed so mesmerizing it looked unreal—its surface shimmering like a waterfall under moonlight, cascading elegance frozen in time.

Aazin and Ryzin lay down, their bodies sinking into the luxury with ease. Soon, sleep claimed them.

In the quiet of the night, Ryzin muttered slowly, his voice heavy with drowsiness yet carrying a cruel certainty:"Tomorrow… we will kill one more kid, one more who might be the Ash Phantom. The leader will reward us. Can't wait to taste the pleasures from the great…"

Aazin smirked in his half-sleep, whispering back, "Me too… can't wait."

But suddenly, Ryzin's brow furrowed. A thought crept into his haze."Wait… where is Ana?"

Aazin's reply came calmly, almost carelessly."Chill. She'll be alright. Ana lives on her own terms."

Satisfied, Ryzin exhaled deeply, and soon the two brothers slipped into deep, heavy and slumber, the room's glowing veins pulsing around them like the slow beat of destiny waiting for dawn.

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In the story of Ash Phantom, the world is about to see a great change.Where Zackey is revealed as a devotee of Lord Baital, the 5th King of Hell.His ties to the Grand Era reshape the stage, casting shadows that were hidden till now.

The knowledge of Vaiven Tideborn, the secrets of the Ramuza family, the loneliness of Nova Makai, the whispers of Phantom Tidebron, and the politics rising between Yuzen City and Ryuki City—all of it is weaving together.This world is no longer small.It has become grand, layered, and dangerous.

The main leads like Sunny and Rose are not just the initial sparks anymore.Every character holds a place, a thread, a weight in this story.And one day, the world will witness something even greater, beyond imagination.

Auren's journey began as a mageless, a poor boy ignored by his people. But now, something inside him is changing. He is no longer just surviving. He wants to do something important—something just. Without caring about fate, without bowing to destiny.

Auren believes in justice. He believes that everyone deserves to smile, that everyone deserves a friend, like the one he once had. The same Auren that people ignored… one day will shine like the sun.

No matter how grand the challenge no matter if it's the Grand Era itself, matter if it's the Tideborns like Vaiven, or kings of hell, or ranks beyond human reach—Auren will stand tall.Unflinching.Unbroken.For his friends.

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From the heart of Author---

Grand Era?? Huh — it's a beautiful era. It's a love story. Leave what people call it — Grand Era, Golden Era… It's a love story. A beautiful love story that the author wants to share from the heart. Be ready for everything. What you've seen so far is nothing. Nothing. Wanna dance on this journey? Auren is the guy you'll love more and more as you read. Not just Auren — every character. As the story grows, you'll see: Love, Friendship, Betrayal, and Plot twists. You may already have theories — I'd like to hear them. Think about the story now. This is a small talk between the author and loyal readers.

Remember, you need to reach here too.

On the lone ship, a charming boy stood tall, a golden bird perched on his hand. One foot rested on the railing, and his crew gathered proudly behind him. His smile was calm, almost playful.

"So this is the greatest Tideborn of our era?"

Auren's gaze locked with Vaiven's. "Good. Then today, the sea itself will witness a shift in ownership. The tides will no longer answer to you."

"As his eyes narrowed, the air grew heavy. The entire ocean seemed to shudder beneath his words."

Phantom tide born formed, and they are going well. Don't you want to see??

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