When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

As the shadows of Artemis' minions stretched across the world, the rulers of the great nations faced growing crises. Each of them knew that if they failed to act swiftly, their lands would fall into chaos. But to counter an enemy that thrived in secrecy required more than brute strength—it demanded strategy, wisdom, and decisive leadership.

In the grand cathedral of Ruberios, the air was tense. Luminous Valentine, the True Vampire and ruler of the Holy Empire, sat upon her golden throne, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. Standing before her was Hinata Sakaguchi, the leader of the Ten Great Saints and her most trusted knight.

"The fanatics have become bolder," Hinata reported, her cold, analytical gaze unwavering. "Their leader, a self-proclaimed prophet, is rallying the people against you, claiming that you are a false goddess. They're being manipulated by Artemis' remnants, but their belief is genuine. We have to put an end to this before it spreads further."

Luminous' crimson eyes gleamed dangerously. "How many have turned against me?"

"Not many among the elites, but the common folk are divided. If we crush them outright, we risk turning them into martyrs," Hinata explained.

Luminous smirked. "Fools. Do they think their new god will save them from my wrath?" She then stood up, her presence alone making the temperature drop. "Very well. If they wish to question their god, I will grant them an audience."

Hinata understood the meaning behind those words. Luminous would personally confront these so-called Children of the True Divine. It wouldn't be a negotiation—it would be a display of divine authority.

As Luminous walked through the cathedral doors, her aura of absolute dominion spread throughout the city. The fanatics would soon learn the cost of their heresy.

In the heart of the Eastern Empire, Emperor Rudra sat at the war council table, staring at the military map spread before him. Red markers represented rebel factions that had sprung up across the empire, sowing discord among his generals. Beside him stood Velgrynd, the Flame Dragon and his most powerful ally.

"This is no mere rebellion," Velgrynd noted, her fiery eyes narrowing. "These uprisings are too well-coordinated. Someone is pulling the strings."

Rudra clenched his jaw. "If we let this continue, the empire will collapse. Have we identified the traitors within our ranks?"

Velgrynd smirked. "Some of them, yes. Others are still hiding in the shadows."

Rudra's hand slammed onto the table. "Then it's time to flush them out." He turned to his generals. "Send a decree—any officer caught conspiring against the empire will be executed. No trials. No exceptions. We will burn out this treachery before it spreads further."

Velgrynd crossed her arms. "And if that doesn't work?"

Rudra's eyes glowed with determination. "Then I will personally march to the front lines. This empire was built by my will, and I will not let it be torn apart by cowards in the dark."

The emperor's declaration sent a clear message—he would not allow his empire to fall, and he would use every ounce of his strength to crush those who opposed him.

In the grand palace of Sarion, Queen Elmesia sat in her chamber, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. She held a cup of tea in one hand, swirling it absentmindedly as she listened to her intelligence officers.

"The noble factions are restless," one of her advisors reported. "They believe the royal family has grown weak and are secretly plotting a coup."

Elmesia let out a sigh. "Politics. It's always such a mess."

Her personal guard, a powerful warrior, stepped forward. "Should we act against them preemptively?"

Elmesia shook her head. "No, not yet. We need to lure them into a false sense of security. If we make a move now, they will scatter and regroup. But if we let them think they are winning…" She smirked, her golden eyes gleaming. "They will expose themselves."

Her plan was clear—let the traitors show their hands, then strike at the perfect moment. Sarion was a kingdom of intellect, and Elmesia was playing the long game.

In the royal palace of Falmuth, King Youm sat at the head of a war council. His once-rough appearance had changed since taking the throne, but his spirit remained the same.

"We're being sabotaged from within," one of his generals stated grimly. "Trade routes are collapsing, our advisors are disappearing, and the people are losing faith."

Youm scowled. "And the bastards behind this?"

His intelligence officer hesitated. "We have suspects but no proof."

Youm leaned forward. "Then I don't give a damn about proof. If they're acting against the kingdom, they're enemies. Gather my elite knights—we're going to start making examples out of them."

The room fell silent. Youm had been a warrior before he was a king, and he had no patience for political games. He ruled with strength, and he would remind the traitors exactly who they were dealing with.

In the Iron Fortress of Dwargon, King Gazel Dwargo sat in deep thought. Unlike the others, he had not reacted with immediate aggression. He had seen wars, betrayals, and conspiracies before—this was nothing new.

"These assassinations… these betrayals… they are meant to push us into chaos," Gazel mused aloud. "But chaos only works on those who panic."

His right-hand man nodded. "Shall we tighten security?"

Gazel smirked. "No. Let them think we are blind. Let them think we are weak." He stood, his towering presence filling the chamber. "Then, when they move, we will strike them all down in one night."

Unlike the others, Gazel was patient. He would not act rashly. He would let the enemy believe they were winning—until it was far too late for them to escape.

Rimuru sat at the head of a long, polished table within his private war chamber, his fingers steepled as he considered the intelligence reports spread before him. Across from him, lounging in a chair with his usual air of amusement, was Guy Crimson, the strongest of the Demon Lords. The atmosphere was tense, though Guy seemed more entertained than concerned.

"This is more than just simple political unrest," Rimuru said, his voice measured. "These incidents, the assassinations, the betrayals—they're all connected. Artemis may be gone, but his minions are still pulling the strings."

Guy chuckled, swirling the wine in his goblet. "I figured as much. Chaos is usually my kind of thing, but even I prefer it when it's… well, controlled. This? This is too precise. It's not a storm—it's a slow poison."

Rimuru exhaled. "Exactly. And I don't like fighting an enemy I can't see."

Guy smirked. "That's where you and I differ. I love it. Uncertainty makes things interesting." He leaned forward, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. "So, tell me, what's the plan?"

Rimuru tapped his fingers against the table. "For now, I won't involve the other Demon Lords. They'll act if the chaos reaches their doorstep, but this situation calls for subtlety. Luminous, on the other hand, will be forced to act soon—her nation is already under attack."

Guy nodded. "And what about you? Will you sit back and let the world burn?"

Rimuru's golden eyes flashed. "No. I intend to move soon… but first, I need to fully understand what we're dealing with."

Drekanis, the Shadow Architect – The Corruptor of Minds

Deep in the underbelly of the Eastern Empire, in a candle-lit chamber filled with thick, perfumed smoke, Drekanis, the Shadow Architect, observed his latest work with a satisfied smirk.

A group of generals and noblemen stood before him, their expressions vacant, their thoughts no longer their own. His magic coiled through their minds like dark tendrils, amplifying their ambition, their greed, their hunger for power.

"The Emperor is failing you," Drekanis whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "He rules with arrogance, blind to your worth. Would the empire not prosper better under your guidance?"

One of the generals clenched his fists. "Rudra has grown weak…" he muttered.

Drekanis smiled. Another puppet on the board. Soon, the empire would turn on itself.

Myrrana, the Seductress of Chaos – The Weaver of Distrust

In the grand halls of Sarion, Myrrana walked gracefully through the noble courts, her beauty captivating, her words laced with insidious magic. She whispered into the ears of senators, high-ranking officials, and powerful merchants, planting seeds of doubt.

"The Queen has grown complacent," she murmured to one advisor. "She hoards power while you serve her like a loyal dog."

To another, she purred, "The royal family's influence wanes. It would take only a gentle push to shift the balance of power."

Before long, the kingdom of Sarion was a web of paranoia, its leaders questioning one another, alliances crumbling. Myrrana smiled to herself. Chaos was delicious.

Ravok, the Whisperer – The Master of Fear

In the shadows of Falmuth, a chilling presence stalked the streets. Ravok, the Whisperer, did not need to use words—his mere presence was enough to drive men to madness.

He walked unseen through the corridors of the royal palace, his voice an eerie whisper in the ears of soldiers and advisors alike.

"Youm is not fit to rule," his voice slithered into their minds. "He was a mercenary, a brute. He will lead this kingdom to ruin."

At night, his summoned creatures—beasts of nightmare, infused with Artemis's chaotic energy—prowled the outskirts, their howls sending shivers through the capital. Fear spread like wildfire, and paranoia gripped Falmuth.

Ravok watched from the shadows, a sinister smile on his face. Soon, the people would turn against their king.

Within the grand cathedral of Ruberios, Luminous Valentine stood at the altar, her presence overwhelming. In the pews below, kneeling before her in terror, were the ringleaders of the Children of the True Divine, the fanatical sect that had tried to turn her own people against her.

She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "You sought to defy me," she said, her voice dangerously soft. "To turn my people against me. And for what? A false god?"

One of the fanatics trembled. "P-please, we were misled—"

Luminous raised a delicate hand, and the man was lifted into the air, suffocating under her divine pressure.

"No excuses." Her voice was cold. "You made your choice."

In a single motion, Luminous erased them from existence, their bodies dissolving into nothingness. She turned to Hinata. "Find the source of this heresy. Leave no survivors."

Hinata nodded. "It will be done."

The goddess would not tolerate insurrection.

Rudra stood at his war council, his eyes blazing with fury. "Execute every traitor. Burn out this rot before it spreads further."

Velgrynd smirked. "Shall I handle it personally?"

Rudra exhaled. "No. Not yet. Let them think they're winning. Then we crush them in one swoop."

Elmesia twirled a wine glass in her fingers. "So they think they can manipulate my kingdom?"

She turned to her personal guard. "Spread false rumors. Let them suspect each other. We will watch as they destroy themselves."

She smirked. Politics was just another game.

Youm slammed his fist onto his throne. "Enough! We're cracking down on these cowards now."

His knights moved swiftly, executing known conspirators in the streets. Falmuth would not fall without a fight.

King Gazel remained calm, watching, waiting. His spies moved in secret, hunting Artemis' minions without alerting the public.

His patience would pay off.