Vanyrion — Iron Sky Sect, Inner War Hall
A projection of the arena floated in the air —
etched with runes, spirit gates, and dimensional fractures.
Kaelen stood before it in silence, arms crossed.
Around him, his companions formed a six-point formation.
Each one of them had changed.
Aria's aura now laced with sword resonance
Mira's shadow pressure blanketed entire zones
Selina's healing energy doubled as a crippling purge
Valessia carried the weight of two legacies: Aurenfold and Sovereign
Lyra was faster than sight
Lyanna's dual-cores pulsed in perfect harmony
They had become a unit.
A storm.
And the storm was ready.
System Display — Enemy Breakdown
[Global Sect Duel Arena: 13 Stages]
[Iron Sky Sect Placement: Central Column | Round 1: Legacy Elimination Zone]
[Opposition Flagship Forces: The Red Vanyr Line | House Morcai Descendants | Caelverra Delegates (Disguised)]
[Total Coordinated Threat Level: Apex-Tier Coordinated Bloodline Assault]
[Hostile Objective: Execute Kaelen Drayce on Record]
[Warning: Expect Heaven-Tier Techniques, Forbidden Artifacts, and Concealed Void Marks]
Kaelen's Response
He stared at the map.
Then tapped one point.
"Here. This is where we flip the board."
POV: Mira Nightshade
She stood a few paces behind him, eyes tracing his back.
He's not just planning to survive.
He's planning to dominate.
POV: Vanyrion Legacy Camp — House Morcai War Table
A towering man with a serpent-split aura snarled.
"Drayce walks like a king."
"He's nothing but a child who tasted victory once and thinks the sky is his."
Another elder nodded.
"We will remind him what bloodline truly means."
"During the first hour, collapse his team."
"During the second, kill him."
Aetherion — The Realms Stir
In the Sovereign Spire, Elena Drayce held her son's old cloak.
Behind her, Darian fastened his war mantle.
"We breach on the fifth day of the duel," he said.
"If they try to kill him, we don't ask for permission."
"We erase bloodlines."
Final Scene — Kaelen in Silence
That night, Kaelen stood on the edge of the highest tower.
His hair flowed like starlit flame, his eyes steady, body wrapped in Sovereign black-gold robes.
The sky trembled faintly above him.
The realm was shifting.
And Kaelen finally said it aloud—
"War is coming."
"And this time, we're not defending."
"We're ending."