The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Thrones
There was no more battle.
Only aftermath.
The sky bled gold and crimson.
The ground cracked, soaked in the blood of Sovereigns.
Mountains were gone.
The air reeked of divine death and burning legacy.
And at the center of it all—
stood Kaelen Aurelius Drayce.
His armor was torn, but still radiant.
His war-cape of hair flowed like a flame unbound.
Both swords were still in hand —
Vorastra, dripping void.
Lumenheart, glowing with dying embers.
His face?
Covered in blood.
None of it his.
And he was laughing.
Not Madness. Not Rage.
Just laughter.
Unapologetic.
Unchained.
Joyful.
A sound that carried across realms.
That cracked dimensional barriers.
That made watching gods pause their breath.
"They thought I needed saving…"
"They thought I'd fight to survive…"
He threw his head back.
"But this…
This is what I was forged to become!"
POV: Aria Valen
She couldn't breathe.
Not from fear.
From awe.
"That laugh…"
"That's not the boy I knew."
She clutched the edge of the Citadel balcony.
"That's a man who's tasted power—
and isn't afraid of it anymore."
POV: Princess Valessia Auren
Still watching from her tower far across the continent,
Valessia sat motionless.
Face flushed.
Eyes wide.
"He's covered in the blood of kings and monsters…
and he's laughing."
"Why does my heart feel like it's burning?"
POV: Elena Drayce
A mother's tears.
But not of sorrow.
"You've accepted the storm, Kaelen.
You are no longer running from it."
She touched her chest, feeling the bond of bloodline pull tight.
"You've become what you were always meant to be."
POV: Mira, Selina, Lyra, Lyanna
Mira stood in silence, the corners of her lips curled upward.
"I've never seen anything so… alive."
Selina whispered:
"He's more than a leader now."
Lyra was trembling.
"He's the storm. And I want to be near it."
Lyanna took a slow breath, closing her eyes.
"He's rewriting what it means to be feared… and followed."
System Alert: Global Broadcast Echo
[Dominator Signature Detected at Maximum Intensity]
[Emotional Sync: Laugh Registered — Not Madness. Joy.]
[Psychological Impact on Enemy Realms: TOTAL FEAR]
[New Title Registered: The Laughing Sovereign]
Kaelen — Final Image
He stood alone in a graveyard of monarchs,
of gods, of dragons, of betrayers.
His laughter slowed.
He wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
And he whispered—
"This was only round one."