Jai was completely trapped by a pathetic lack of absolute proof.
He violently feared the worst—that if he exposed his suspicions about his powerless aunt, Rena, she might face a terrifying punishment from the elders that was infinitely more severe than death. But without concrete, heaven-defying evidence, his arrogant words would be entirely hollow, potentially condemning the only innocent woman in the entire aristocratic estate.
With a heavily conflicted heart, he decided to wait. He would silently, ruthlessly gather the absolute truth before speaking a single word. He would only strike when his conviction was entirely backed by irrefutable, undeniable evidence.
That violent night, Beatrice—seeing the absolute turmoil and panic on the faces of her aristocratic family—commanded them all to immediately seek rest in the heavily fortified south wing of the castle.
Her ancient word was absolute law. Her family, filled with a sickening mixture of aristocratic unease and blind trust, followed her command without hesitation and sought refuge exactly where she dictated.
The very next morning, the absolute news of the catastrophic palace intrusion had violently swept through the entire human kingdom like a wildfire.
A formidable, heaven-defying foe had casually entered the most heavily guarded aristocratic estate in the capital and left completely unscathed. It was a terrifying feat that sent panicked, hushed whispers of fear rippling entirely through the land.
Yet, none of the pathetic, gossiping mortals knew the true, apocalyptic nature of the intruder's mount. The shadow that had carried the commander—it was an absolute, ancient Dragon.
It was a supreme beast of forgotten legend, a terrifying harbinger of an apocalyptic danger far greater than any mortal could possibly comprehend. The danger was not merely approaching; it was already breathing down their fucking necks.
When the absolute royal family finally heard the full, uncensored truth from their hidden spies, their aristocratic faces violently twisted with a sickening mixture of arrogant anger and profound, soul-crushing dread.
Dragons were not mere beasts; they were supreme creatures from the deepest, darkest myth. They were a species so terrifyingly powerful that their mere existence was explicitly said to be a direct threat to the Heavens themselves.
Their immense, near-limitless reserve of pure Gnosis, their violently powerful unique cores, and their terrifying hides—as thick and completely impenetrable as divine adamantine—could easily withstand the direct, kinetic impact of a falling meteor without sustaining so much as a single, pathetic scratch.
The very thought of such an apocalyptic creature casually roaming their sovereign lands was enough to violently chill the royals to the very bone.
In her massive, private chambers, Beatrice, appearing as a terrifying vision of authority in a flowing, pristine white gown, settled heavily onto her grand, high-backed throne-like chair.
Her aristocratic family stood nervously at the foot of the stairs leading up to her supreme seat. They were a silent, heavily anxious crowd, waiting for their matriarch's absolute decree.
She finally spoke. Her voice was entirely calm and deeply authoritative, cleanly cutting through their pathetic, mortal fear like a profound blade.
"Completely dismiss your useless worries," Beatrice commanded. "This absolute matter is entirely not yours to bear. I will personally handle this catastrophic intrusion in direct counsel with the other Sovereign Kings. Your only duty is to remain entirely peaceful. Continue your daily, aristocratic affairs exactly as if nothing has changed."
Her ancient eyes narrowed, completely piercing the souls of the younger generation.
"And those of you attending the upcoming Awakening Ceremony… completely compose yourselves. Do absolutely not allow this incident to break your arrogant spirit or your resolve. You have my absolute word."
With a final, terrifyingly regal glance, Beatrice rose and confidently exited the grand room.
A simple, unadorned white carriage awaited her in the courtyard, quietly pulled by a single, massive profound-horse. It swiftly carried her completely out of the city, traveling to a desolate, violently barren plain where a single, ancient shack stood entirely alone, its old timbers heavily weathered and splintered.
She confidently entered the humble, unassuming building. Inside, hidden from the pathetic mortal world, a massive spatial portal of swirling, violent arcane energy pulsed continuously with a soft, ethereal, and terrifying light.
From her right palm, a blinding white glow violently emanated, clearly revealing a dark, profound mark completely shaped like an ancient man wielding a heaven-severing sword.
She firmly pressed her marked hand directly to the portal's spatial surface. In an absolute instant, she was entirely gone.
She violently reappeared in a massive, breathtaking palace of complete, otherworldly splendor.
Towering pillars of pure, condensed gold effortlessly held up impossibly high ceilings entirely adorned with glittering, profound Gnosis crystals. The very air inside the palace aggressively hummed with a powerful, hyper-refined spiritual energy that would instantly crush a weak mortal's lungs.
At the massive entrance to the Great Hall stood two elite guards. Their sleek black suits perfectly accentuated their formidable, terrifying auras. They were Tier 4 Ascendants—cultivators of immense, city-leveling power—and they immediately bowed deeply and respectfully to Beatrice.
"Rise," she commanded, her ancient voice echoing softly through the gold.
She confidently walked past them and entered the Supreme Chamber.
Seven grand chairs forged of pure, black profound-crystal were perfectly arranged in a wide semicircle. But above them all, situated at the top of a short, intimidating staircase, sat an eighth, truly terrifying, massive seat of absolute power.
The seven crystal seats were already occupied by the absolute rulers of the world:
Raphael Vennis, the Elf Queen. She was a graceful, terrifying figure draped in a resplendent, blood-red gown, her sharply pointed ears a clear sign of her ancient, superior lineage.
King Borin Stonehand, the Dwarf King. He seemed no bigger than a mortal child, yet his dense body radiated an aura of unyielding, earth-shattering kinetic strength.
Basalt Adamantus, the Golem King. His massive body was a literal, living mass of heavily hardened, profound volcanic rock.
King Solus and Queen Rhyolite. The absolute twin rulers of the Elemental Spirits. Their terrifying forms constantly, violently flickered between solid human shapes and shimmering, completely intangible elemental energies.
King Nullus, the Void Render King. An absolute master of the darkest, most forbidden spatial arts, who wore a sharp violet suit and continuously moved exactly like a living shadow.
King Nullus smoothly rose from his crystal seat the absolute second Beatrice entered the chamber.
"You've absolutely not changed at all since our last violent meeting, have you?" Beatrice said, a hint of a cold, aristocratic smile on her face.
"Thirty years is but a fleeting, pathetic moment for absolute beings like us," Nullus replied, his voice echoing from the void itself.
Beatrice confidently took her seat in the seventh black crystal chair. Her ancient eyes immediately fell on the completely empty, terrifyingly massive throne situated at the very front of the grand room.
"Is the Absolute King not joining us today?" she asked, her tone completely respectful.
"He is not," King Nullus answered, sitting back down. "We shall formally begin the counsel without his absolute presence. Now, Beatrice… exactly tell us what happened at your pathetic human castle yesterday."
Beatrice thoroughly recounted the terrifying tale of the bombing. When she entirely finished, King Borin's heavy voice violently rumbled with deep speculation, shaking the golden pillars.
"So, you absolutely believe that this 'Meilin Yue' was merely a Tier 2 magic user, completely controlling that ancient beast?"
Beatrice firmly nodded. "It is my absolute, professional assessment."
Just then—
BANG!
The massive, golden doors of the grand chamber violently swung open.
A lone figure completely cloaked in heavy, pitch-black robes casually entered the room.
Instantly, the ambient air grew incredibly, suffocatingly heavy. A terrifying, heaven-crushing spiritual pressure violently filled the entire massive room.
Every single arrogant king and queen—regardless of their immense, world-ending power, regardless of their ancient pride—immediately rose to their feet. They simultaneously dropped to their knees, violently bowing their heads in absolute, unadulterated reverence.
The figure, a man of striking, terrifyingly flawless handsomeness, simply smiled a cold, absolute smile as he casually ascended the golden steps to the great black chair.
With every single step he took, a massive, catastrophic wave of crushing spiritual pressure violently radiated from his core, physically forcing even the most powerful Tier 2 monarchs to press their faces completely to the floor.
This was the absolute, undisputed ruler of the world. He was the legendary, heaven-defying Tier 1 Vein Sovereign.
This was King Rexus, the Enlightened King.