Vanyrion — Global Sect Duel Arena, Dawn
The sun rose over a battlefield carved from heaven's bones.
Thirteen arenas floated above a roaring sea of spirit energy,
each one a world of its own — fortified by sect masters, bloodline seals, and spatial anchors.
And at the heart of it all:
The Sovereign Column.
Where only the most dangerous sects and rogue powers were placed.
Where Kaelen stood now, arms folded, black-gold robes flowing like Sovereign banners.
At his sides — Aria, Mira, Selina, Lyra, Valessia, Lyanna.
Behind them — the full weight of Iron Sky Sect.
Above them — legacy families waiting for blood.
System Notification: Battlefield Activation
[Global Sect Duel: Initiated]
[Objectives: Survive | Dominate | Ascend]
[Warning: Targeted Elimination Attempts Predicted: 91% Probability]
Internal POV: Kaelen's Mindscape
Inside himself—
there was noise.
Not from the outside world.
From within.
A shadowed version of himself walked beside him —
golden-crimson eyes gleaming wickedly.
The other Kaelen grinned lazily.
"You feel it, don't you?"
"The itch."
"The burn."
"You love this."
Kaelen's true self clenched his fists.
No.
I fight to protect.
The shadow laughed.
"You protect through destruction."
"You don't save worlds, Kaelen."
"You conquer them."
External Scene — The Battle Begins
A massive drum sounded once.
Twice.
Thirteen strikes.
The duel began.
Gates opened in a shattering explosion of light—
and enemy sects poured into the arenas.
Spirits clashed.
Weapons screamed.
Legacy techniques tore through the air.
And in the center ring, the elites of Vanyrion turned their gazes—
directly at Kaelen.
The Assault
Seven top Outer Disciples.
Three Inner Elders in disguise.
One Bloodline Champion bearing the Seal of House Morcai.
All charged at once.
No warning.
No honor.
Only murder.
Kaelen's Response — Battle and Mind
The inner voice whispered sweetly:
"Kill them all."
"Laugh while you break them."
"Make them remember your name."
Kaelen's real voice muttered under his breath:
"Not for joy."
"Not for pride."
"For them."
He stepped forward.
And smiled.
But it wasn't the smile of kindness.
It was the smile of a Sovereign who knew the battlefield was his home.
Final Scene
As the first enemy sword neared his throat,
Kaelen caught the blade between two fingers.
And then—
he moved.
One motion.
One roar.
One storm of Sovereign energy that tore the battlefield open.
Above, the spectators gasped.
Below, enemies fell.
And inside—
the war within Kaelen raged on.