Dominator's Citadel — Three Months After Armory Activation
The halls echoed with the rhythm of purpose.
Clashing steel. Chanting formations.
Runes glowing across training fields.
Kaelen walked alone through the Hall of Ascension,
a corridor carved from Sovereign crystal,
lined with statues of warriors yet to exist —
projections of futures waiting to be claimed.
Behind him followed Aria, Aerin, Seris, Damon, Mira, and Riven.
Each wore their new armor.
Each wielded their divine-tier weaponry.
But this wasn't about power anymore.
It was about readiness.
Formation of the First Sovereign Legions
[System Directive: Sovereign Army Expansion — Tier 1 Units Required]
[Divine Cadet Selection Complete: 5000]
[Sovereign Unit Progression Paths: Initiated]
Kaelen divided the chosen warriors into elite formations:
The Starveil Blades – Assault Vanguard
The Emberhowl Guard – Defensive Tank Cohort
The Silverwind Eyes – Recon, assassination, aerial warfare
The Dawnforged – Divine healers and support casters
The Riftbound – Dimensional Vanguard, trained to breach and survive in unstable realms
Each unit would be personally trained by his inner circle.
Training Begins
Aerin shattered rock formations to toughen bones and teach momentum.
Aria drilled swordwork until her squad bled aura.
Mira taught silence in motion — striking from nothing.
Selina and Seris guided mental conditioning through aura meditation and spirit-linking.
Kaelen?
He taught warfare as truth.
"Power without precision is vanity.
Power without unity is suicide."
"You will become more than armies.
You will become a legacy."
Drafting the Dimensional War Protocols
Kaelen stood in the Mapvault, a chamber filled with floating realm-cores and unstable projections.
He etched the first codex of multiversal conquest.
Path Breach Procedure
Time-fragment Handling Protocol
Reality Anchoring Runes
Cosmic Entity Containment Units
Sovereign Bond Identification across timelines
These were not just battle plans.
These were the doctrines of an empire beyond reality.
The Final Words Before the Skip
Kaelen stood before his completed army,
his Citadel now fully operational,
the Dominator Dynasty shining across the world.
He raised his hand.
"We were made to bleed."
"We were made to suffer."
"But what they didn't know—
is that suffering makes Sovereigns."
"Now, we walk forward."
"In three years…"
His eyes burned with fury and glory.
"We return with fire."
TIME SKIP: Three Years Later
The sky burns red-gold.
The world shakes.
The first gates to other realms fracture open.
Kaelen stands at the edge of the breach —
his army behind him,
his family beside him,
his legacy wrapped around him like a living storm.
"It's time."
"Let the Sovereign War begin."