Noah stood on the grand balcony of his estate, his hands resting lightly on the cold stone railing.
Noah looked up at the shimmering golden veil that protected Aetherion.
With a casual wave of his hand, he did something that made his advisors gasp.
He didn't just open a gate; he dissolved the barrier entirely.
The sky, once shielded by layers of ancient inscriptions, was now wide open to the cold vacuum of the cosmos.
"Your Majesty?" William whispered, his voice vibrating with his newfound power. "The defense array is down. Should we not maintain a checkpoint?"
"There is no need," Noah said, his voice calm.
"I noticed that only the vanguards have arrived from the superior races. They've sent their princes, their explorers, and their minor lords. They aren't taking us seriously yet. They view this as a field trip to a backwater province."
He turned his gaze back to the stars, where the massive silhouettes of dragon-ships and spirit-clouds were growing larger.
