The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Thrones
Three Years After the Declaration
The sky had cracked.
The sun had darkened.
And the world held its breath.
Before the gate to Heartland, across the scorched plains of the Ruined Frontier,
stood a force so massive that it blotted the horizon.
The Enemy Coalition.
The Legacy Families — Dragons of ancient flame, Void Serpents, Phoenix-blooded warlords
The Obsidian Courts — Dark Sovereigns, cursed immortals, soul-forged tyrants
The Human Empires — Dozens of kings and queens who feared their crowns would fall
The High Wastes — Demon-kin and forgotten gods
The Skyborne Legions — Armor-plated beings from the stars themselves
The Ancients — Entities older than death, bound in time-chains, now released
Their number could not be counted.
And all had come for one reason:
To kill Kaelen Aurelius Drayce.
The Citadel Wall
Upon the walls stood Kaelen's family — his companions, his people.
The Dominator Army stood ready behind them.
But Kaelen?
He walked forward.
Alone.
Hair burning with Sovereign fire.
Cloak dragging crimson trails across the earth.
His presence made the void blink.
"Kaelen—" Aria began.
He raised a hand.
"Don't move."
"This battle is mine."
His gaze swept the endless enemy forces.
"They brought everyone.
Perfect."
He looked back once.
To his family.
To his people.
"Just watch."
System Alert
[Dominator Core Level — Releasing Restraints…]
[Initializing: WAR GOD FORM]
[Codename: DEICIDE PROTOCOL]
[Weapon Sync: Sovereign Blades Confirmed]
Transformation: War God Form
Kaelen's aura exploded—
but it did not radiate outward.
It collapsed inward — then burst into the sky like a second sun made of wrath and fire.
The world shook.
He rose into the air, and changed.
His body reformed — golden armor forged from starlight and voidsteel, pulsing with red-black Sovereign runes
His hair lengthened further, blazing like a living mantle of war
His skin shimmered like polished mythril under bloodlight
His eyes became burning suns ringed in pure night, freezing all who looked into them
His aura silenced will itself
In His Hands: The Blades of Legacy
1. VORASTRA — Blade of All Ends
Forged from the bones of a dead god
Can erase fate itself
Its slash leaves void behind
2. LUMENHEART — Blade of the First Flame
Draws from his bloodline
Bursts with evolving Sovereign fire
Heals allies, consumes enemies
Together, they sang of apocalypse.
The Enemy Army Reacts
Entire factions froze.
Dragons trembled.
Sovereigns dropped their weapons.
The Void Serpents hissed, recoiling as if stung by the scent of something… ancient.
And the Ancients whispered:
"This is not a man."
"This is not even a Sovereign."
"This… is a War God."
Kaelen Speaks
His voice boomed across dimensions.
"You feared I would rise."
"You tried to break me."
"You feared what I might become—
but never imagined what I already was."
"You see my people behind me?"
"You will not touch them."
"You will not reach them."
"Because this ends here."
"This will not be a war."
"This… is a hunt."
"And you are already prey."
And Then — He Charged
Not with an army.
Not with aid.
Alone.
Two blades ignited.
Aura like a god-borne sun.
And the world watched as one man dove into a legion beyond counting…
And the killing began.