The Heartland slept beneath a silver-shrouded sky.
But deep within the Sovereign Bastion,
beneath stone older than kingdoms,
a quiet storm was rising.
Kaelen Drayce stood at the center of the Nexus Heart —
the ancient pulse of the Heartland Fortress.
His family circled him —
silent, expectant.
The Sovereign System pulsed in his mind, heavier and sharper than ever before.
It was time.
Time to leave behind the last traces of the forgotten, the broken, the cast-off.
Time to become what they were always meant to be.
[System Notification]
[Primordial Sovereign Family Bloodline Evolution Triggered.]
[Nexus Core Saturation: 100%.]
[Glow-Up Process Will Commence for All Direct Family Members.]
[Warning:
After this, Sovereign Presence will be undeniable.
Future enemies will instinctively recognize Sovereign blood.
No more hiding. Only rising.]
[Begin Evolution?]
Kaelen inhaled slowly.
His Sovereignblade Astryn pulsed at his side —
not urging, not demanding,
but acknowledging.
This was not a gift.
This was a choice.
"Begin," Kaelen said quietly.
And the world shifted.
The Glow-Up
The Nexus Heart flared.
Ribbons of golden Sovereign Energy wrapped around each of them —
lifting them slightly from the ground.
Their old scars burned away.
Their worn features sharpened, refined, perfected.
Their blood roared with ancient power.
Kaelen felt his muscles stretch, harden — not bulky, but sculpted with lethal grace.
His frame grew taller, shoulders broader, every movement a storm contained inside flesh.
His hair, once practical and short, flowed long past his shoulders, a dark river threaded faintly with Sovereign light.
And his eyes—
When he opened them, the world seemed to pause.
Glowing silver-blue, deep enough to drown armies,
hypnotic enough to make kings kneel without a word.
A living embodiment of Will made flesh.
He turned —
And saw his family.
And for a moment, even Kaelen could only stare.
His father, Garron, stood like a war chieftain reborn — tall, broad, fierce, scars now like sacred marks of victories carved by destiny.
His mother, Talia, radiated a queen's quiet majesty — her once-tired frame straightened into something timeless, her golden hair catching every shard of light.
Riven looked like a young flame god — fire dancing in his gold-flecked eyes, muscles taut and alive.
Lyanna's spirit-glow intensified — her violet gaze serene but overwhelming, as if she could read the very weave of fate itself.
Alen…
The boy stood wrapped in a soft, ancient power.
His small frame hinted at future storms.
His young gaze shimmered between gold and silver — the first true Primordial Sovereign awakening fully.
They no longer looked like a broken family.
They looked like destiny incarnate.
And anyone who saw them would think the same thought:
"They are not mortals.
They are Sovereigns."
The System Seals It
[System Notification]
[Primordial Sovereign Family Evolution: Complete.]
[Status: Manifested.]
[Aura: Active. Presence: Irresistible.]
[Warning: Enemy Royal Guilds and Legacy Families will now mark the Drayce Line as existential threats.]
[Congratulations.
The Primordial Sovereign Bloodline walks again.]
Stepping Into Legend
Kaelen lowered his hand.
The golden light faded.
But the change did not.
It was burned into their bones, their blood, their breath.
No king could deny it.
No god could ignore it.
No force could erase it.
They were the beginning of the new Sovereign Era.
The First Reactions
When they emerged onto the walls of Heartland Citadel,
even the seasoned Pathbreaker soldiers froze.
Eyes widened.
Breaths hitched.
Some dropped to one knee instinctively — not from training,
but from sheer, overwhelming awe.
Mira blinked once, expressionless — then bowed low, a rare crack in her iron mask.
Eren stared for a long moment before slamming his fist against his chest in salute, eyes burning with loyalty.
Selina smiled softly, tears gathering in her eyes as she whispered to herself, "The future is here."
The world was changing.
And the Heartland would change it first.
Kaelen's Reflection
Standing atop the highest battlement,
the cold wind stirring his long hair,
his family glowing around him,
Kaelen whispered to the stars:
"This is the first step.
The heavens have forgotten us.
The kings have abandoned us.
The gods have mocked us."
"We will make them remember.
We will make them kneel."
And the cracked-crown banners rippled like thunder,
announcing to the waiting world:
The Sovereigns had returned.
And this time,
they would not fall.