Global Sect Duel Arena — Collapse Zone, Hour One
The battlefield was in chaos.
Kaelen's rampage had broken the arena's formation matrix.
Spells flickered and died mid-air.
Weapons melted in fists.
Barriers folded under pressure they weren't built to withstand.
He didn't need strategy anymore.
He was strategy.
He was punishment.
System Status: Demon Sovereign Protocol Active
[Current Form: Sovereign Demon Core — Stage I (Unstable)]
[Power Output: 310% Realm Limit Breach]
[Recovery Limiters: Disabled]
[Host Sanity: 62% Degrading… 59%… 53%…]
Kaelen's Mind — The Split
Two voices battled in his skull.
One — cold, calculating, brutal.
Rip them apart.
They tried to take what's mine.
Let them bleed for their arrogance.
The other — his own.
Fading.
Stop.
This… isn't who I wanted to become…
But they left me no choice.
Enemy Forces Collapse
One by one—
House Morcai's top fighters fell.
Sky-Gale Pavilion's heirs were crushed under impact waves.
Even a Caelverra bloodline manipulator had his soul shattered mid-cast.
Disciples tried to flee.
Space folded.
Kaelen caught them anyway.
There was no escaping him.
Because he didn't walk anymore—
he hunted.
POV: Aria, Mira, Selina, Valessia, Lyra, Lyanna
They watched from the eye of the storm.
His body moved like flame given form.
But his face—
it was smiling.
Not gently.
Not kindly.
"That's not his Sovereign smile," Mira whispered.
"That's the smile of the wrath he buried for too long," Aria said.
Tears slipped down Lyanna's cheek.
"He's protecting us…"
"But at what cost?"
The Spectator Realm — Shock Spreads
High Lords from realms 3 through 6 watched the broadcast crystals in horror.
"No one from the lower realms should have that kind of power."
"That isn't cultivation—it's apocalypse wrapped in skin."
"Was this… always in him?"
And somewhere far above—
a cosmic being stirred.
Final Scene
Kaelen stood over the broken corpse of Vanyrion's Bloodline Champion.
The world was silent.
No more enemies moved.
But his aura still raged.
And as he turned—
gold-crimson-black energy spiraling around him—
he whispered, voice like thunder breaking time:
"You wanted to kill me."
"Now…"
"You'll watch me end your world."