Global Sect Duel Arena — Hours After the Demonstorm
Silence lingered in the wake of devastation.
Thousands had watched.
Dozens of sects had bled.
And Kaelen—
stood.
Shoulders squared.
Eyes alive.
Aura subdued—barely.
But around him, the survivors of the legacy factions gathered again.
Desperate.
Vengeful.
"He's weak now!"
"Strike before he regains strength!"
"This is our only chance—!"
The Sky Splits
Just as they surged—
a tear appeared in the clouds.
Like a blade rending heaven itself.
Out of it—
they came.
The Drayce banners.
The sovereign armors.
The family that was forged in fire… and came for blood.
The Arrival of the Sovereign Family
Darian Drayce, cloaked in stormsteel and fire
Elena Drayce, her aura a river of golden flames
Seris and Aerin, flanking like twin reapers
Auriana and Liora, blades drawn, eyes glowing
And behind them… the Sovereign Guard
Over a thousand elite cultivators surged through the rift.
The battlefield trembled.
POV: Kaelen (Seeing Them Again)
His knees almost gave out.
But he stood tall.
As his father landed beside him—
not saying a word—
only placing a hand on his shoulder.
Kaelen's voice cracked for the first time in years.
"You came…"
Darian nodded.
"You called."
POV: Aria, Mira, Selina, Valessia, Lyra, Lyanna
They stared in awe—
at the family that matched Kaelen's strength.
His legacy.
"So this… is the Sovereign Family," Mira whispered.
"They're like him," Selina breathed.
"No," Aria said quietly.
"They are his."
The Final Assault Begins
With a single gesture, Darian signaled the charge.
Kaelen raised his sword beside his father.
His mother stood behind them, golden fire wings unfurling.
And the family—
moved as one.
Legacy heirs were cut down.
Surviving traitor sects fled and were crushed mid-air.
Forbidden bloodlines unleashed their strongest weapons—
and were met by Sovereign blades.
No more hiding.
No more surviving.
This was a cleansing.
Final Scene
As the last enemy kneeled, begging—
Kaelen stepped forward, eyes like starfire.
"You wanted to erase me."
"But I erased your right to rule."
He turned to the crowd of surviving sects and watchers across the realms.
"From this moment on…"
He raised his blade, blood still dripping from its edge.
"You don't ask who the strongest is."
"You ask where the Sovereigns stand."
"Because we are here now."
"And we are never leaving."