Continent of Varak-Thar — The Frozen Wastes
The wind howled like a dying god.
Mountains cracked.
Snowstorms surged.
Frostfire burned where no flame should exist.
And deep within a glacier older than time…
the Titanbeast King opened his eyes.
They glowed with primal gold, ringed in Sovereign red.
His breath was a blizzard.
His body—a mountain wrapped in fur and bone,
his veins pulsing with the raw essence of ancient dominion.
"He has returned."
"The Dominator walks."
His voice echoed across the tundra.
The Clans Respond
From the Ironback Crags to the Spirit-Fanged Canyons,
the Beast Tribes howled in unity.
The Frostfang Wolves raised their Sovereign heirs.
The Sky-Tusk Mammoths carved sigils into the ice.
The Moonclaw Panthers vanished into ghost snow, stalking unseen threats.
The Thunderhide Bears pounded frozen ground in war-dance.
All answered the call.
All turned their eyes south — toward Heartland.
The Throne of Bone and Ice
The Beast King rose from his frozen throne.
Massive.
Crowned in black crystal and thunderbone.
Around his neck hung an ancient chain, broken — a symbol of his refusal to bow to gods or systems.
"Three years, he said."
"Three years for the world to kneel… or be hunted."
"Let him come."
"But if he wishes to rule everything —
then he must first defeat the wild."
He roared once.
And the auroras above shattered.
System Notification — Global Beast Pulse
[Wild Sovereign Line Reacting to Dominator Path.]
[Instinct Protocol: Challenge the Apex.]
[The Beast King of Varak-Thar awaits the Dominator.]
In Heartland — Kaelen's Reaction
Far away, Kaelen stood in the Sovereign Garden,
gazing toward the frozen horizon.
His war-cloak of hair shimmered in the golden wind.
He smiled faintly.
"So even the beasts feel it."
"Good."
"Let the wild test me."
He turned toward his family.
"When I claim the north,
I won't conquer it with chains—
but with truth."
"I am not just their hunter."
"I am their King."