Global Sect Duel Arena — Sovereign Column, Round One
The battlefield groaned beneath the weight of gathered legacies.
Kaelen stood in the center, cloak torn, fist clenched,
as wave after wave came for him.
He moved like a predator among prey.
Silent. Precise.
Terrifying.
But the enemy forces were coordinated—
sacrificing outer disciples to draw his focus,
waiting for the right moment…
…to strike his companions.
The Trap
While Kaelen shattered a golden formation sigil with his bare hands,
three hidden assassins blinked into reality.
One raced toward Selina.
Another lunged at Valessia, dagger laced with cursed venom.
The last—
aimed for Aria's heart.
Time slowed.
Kaelen turned—
eyes widening—
But he was too far.
The Snap — Demon Sovereign Awakens
It happened in silence.
A pressure broke.
Not in the realm.
Not in the air.
In him.
System Alert: Host Threshold Breached
[EMOTIONAL RAGE POINT: EXCEEDED]
[Unknown Trait Awakening: ???]
[Suppressed Sovereign Mutation: DEMON CORE DETECTED]
[Unsealing…]
[WARNING: HOST CONSCIOUSNESS UNSTABLE]
Visual Shift — Kaelen's Body Changes
His back arched.
Veins of black-gold fury tore through his skin.
His hair flowed wildly, reaching near waist-length.
His teeth sharpened.
And his eyes—
they split into a mirrored glow of crimson void and molten Sovereign gold.
Wings of war and shadow burst from his back.
The air screamed.
The Demon Sovereign Speaks
Not in words.
In action.
He appeared behind the assassin near Selina and tore him in half.
The one near Valessia turned—
too slow.
Crushed into pulp.
The blade nearing Aria never struck.
Because Kaelen didn't stop it.
He shattered it mid-air with his gaze alone.
POV: Aria
She couldn't breathe.
Not because of fear.
But because—
He wasn't Kaelen anymore.
He was wrath made flesh.
The Carnage Begins
Kaelen moved like lightning trapped in a storm.
His hands became weapons.
His aura tore through battlefields like divine retribution.
He didn't fight.
He hunted.
The enemy tried to run.
None escaped.
Screams echoed across the battlefield.
Even legacy heirs began to falter.
Formations cracked.
Reality itself trembled.
And far above—
the elders watching began to rise from their seats.
"What… is he?"
"That's not cultivation."
"That's… apocalyptic."
Kaelen's Thoughts — Buried and Burning
Deep inside, beneath the roar of his demon core—
the real Kaelen screamed.
Protect them.
Save them.
KILL THEM ALL.
Final Scene
As the first arena collapsed under his rampage,
Kaelen stood amidst broken bodies, drenched in blood.
His companions watched in silence.
Not afraid of him—
but for him.
Because his breathing was ragged.
His eyes… unfocused.
His aura—
still rising.