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Chapter 122 - Chapter 122: The Living Nightmare

Heartland — Dawnlight

The morning sky was peaceful.

For a moment.

Then a pulse shook the clouds.

Winds tore in every direction.

The world itself… paused.

Kaelen rose slowly into the air,

golden-crimson aura spiraling behind him like a stormborn throne.

He ascended higher.

And higher.

Until every nation could see the beacon of light he had become.

A Sovereign.

A Dominator.

A nightmare crowned in glory.

System Notification: Global Broadcast

[Host Request: Broadcast to All Sovereign-Connected Realms — Confirmed.]

[Sovereign Signal Frequency: Engaged.]

[Dominator Class Authority: Overriding Suppression Fields… Complete.]

[You are now being watched. By everyone.]

Kaelen's Voice

It came as thunder.

As scripture.

As law.

"I am Kaelen Aurelius Drayce."

"I was broken.

Forgotten.

Buried.

But I rose.

And now, I return not as a protector…

but as your reckoning."

The skies darkened.

Even the sun dimmed.

"You have three years."

"Three years to prepare.

To run.

To kneel.

To pray.

Do what you must.

Because when those years end…"

"It will not just be a war."

"It will be a hunt."

"And I—

will be your living nightmare."

The World Reacts

Empire of Aurenfold — Human Lands

The Emperor collapsed from his throne.

His Generals stared at the sky, trembling.

"It's… it's true.

He's alive.

He's more than alive.

He's become a Sovereign no throne can rival."

"We must choose.

Now."

Silverleaf Dominion — Elven Realm

Queen Elowen bowed her head.

Her smile was proud, bright, and tearful.

"Welcome back, Sovereign Star.

We are ready."

Her people raised their banners.

Ashen Wastes — Fallen Lords

Dark Warlords screamed in rage.

Their soul-seals burned.

"Three years?!

We will summon the Ancients—

we must!

Before he turns this realm to ash!"

Golden Isles — Merchant Kings

They emptied treasuries.

Summoned forbidden contracts.

Raised every mercenary army they could afford.

"We fight for whoever survives.

We will not burn without profit."

The Obsidian Throne

The Obsidian King stood silent for a long moment.

Then whispered to his sons:

"We kill our pride now…

or die screaming when the Dominator arrives."

House of Eclipsar — Cosmic Court

Their High Lord collapsed to one knee.

Not from injury.

But instinct.

"He's gone too far…

even the System can't contain him.

The stars cannot contain him."

"This… is the beginning of the end."

Heartland

The people roared.

Civilians, Sovereigns, nobles, soldiers —

they all knelt as one.

Their King had returned.

Their Dream had awakened.

And he had declared war.

Not for territory.

Not for pride.

But for legacy.

For blood.

For dominion.

Auriana Caelia Drayce — The Final Whisper

In the Sovereign Garden,

Auriana stood barefoot in a ring of glowing spiritlight.

She looked into the sky,

at the crimson star that her brother had become.

And she smiled.

"He's not afraid anymore.

He's angry.

And he's coming for everyone."

The world trembled.

The hunt had begun.

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