The Heartland Sovereign Pavilion stood taller than ever before,
its towers gleaming under the golden Sovereign light of the Holy Land.
The Sovereign Square buzzed with tension.
Envoys, nobles, Sovereign Representatives, and watchers from ancient Realms gathered.
All waiting.
All wondering.
All fearing.
Because today, the Nation of Sovereigns would not just speak.
It would show the world what it meant to be Eternal.
The Sovereign Council Assembles
The great silver doors opened without sound.
And they entered.
One by one.
Mira first — cloaked in black, Sovereign blades crossed at her back —
her figure impossibly graceful, her mere walk silencing a hundred whispers.
Her new red-gold Sovereign eyes gleamed beneath the hood.
Riven strode beside her —
a walking bonfire of Sovereign Will,
his crimson-gold gaze laughing, daring anyone to meet it.
Selina followed, bathed in Sovereign Light so pure that wounded dignitaries across the courtyard instinctively began to heal.
Lyanna floated through the air, her runic arrays pulsing softly, Sovereign sigils following her like fireflies.
Damon and Eren — now mountains wrapped in Sovereign majesty — moved like slow, unstoppable tides of power.
Lyra descended from above in a spiral of stormlight, her new golden-red gaze surveying the crowd with serene confidence.
And then Aria.
Aria, whose silverfire had merged with the Eternal Sovereign Bloodline,
walked with a Sovereign Queen's grace,
silver hair trailing starlight,
armor woven from Spiritflame and Holy Land silver.
Her eyes — molten gold layered with crimson flame — silenced even the proudest kings.
And finally…
Kaelen Drayce.
The Sovereign who shattered thrones.
The Founder of the Nation of Sovereigns.
The First Eternal Sovereign.
He moved like a star descending — Sovereignblade Astryn resting casually across his back.
His long dark hair shimmered faintly like woven night sky.
His build was the perfect blend of grace and unstoppable strength.
His eyes — brilliant, searing red-gold —
met the gathered Sovereign Worlds without a shred of hesitation.
In his presence,
lesser Sovereigns lowered their gazes instinctively.
Not in submission.
In awe.
The World's Reaction
Around the square, emissaries stiffened.
Some noble heirs dropped their goblets in shock.
Veteran sovereigns stepped back, instinctively reaching for runes and shields.
Even the Crystal Dominion envoys — proud, cold, perfect — bowed their heads ever so slightly.
"They are not mortals anymore," thought the Twilight Accord's Elder Seer, heart pounding.
"They are legends.
Walking legends."
Some envoys wept openly, realizing they had never even glimpsed true Sovereignty until today.
Inside the Council Hall
Kaelen moved to the head of the circular table,
his companions arraying themselves around him.
He looked at them —
truly looked.
At Mira, Riven, Selina, Damon, Eren, Lyanna, Lyra, Aria.
Each a Sovereign.
Each a miracle.
Each a dream born into flesh.
Kaelen Speaks
He rested his hands on the ancient World-Tree table.
His voice was low but carried to every corner of the hall.
"Today, you do not stand before kings.
You do not kneel before gods.
You stand before Sovereigns.
We are not an empire.
We are not a kingdom.
We are a Nation of Dreams.
A Nation of Will.
A Nation of Eternity."
He let the silence stretch.
Let them feel it.
Let them know.
"Those who come to build are welcome.
Those who come to chain will be broken.
And those who seek to burn — will be erased."
The Sovereign Winds roared through the open doors behind him,
lifting the banners high.
And across Heartland,
thousands knelt not in fear —
but in devotion to a dream made real.
Beyond the Horizon
In the Crystal Dominion,
Queen Isolde Valerian closed her golden eyes briefly, feeling the pulse of a new Sovereign Epoch forming across the world.
A faint smile ghosted her lips.
"Perhaps it is time for Dawn to meet Destiny," she murmured.
In the Silverleaf Dominion,
Queen Elowen Sylvara stood atop the Moon-Spire, her silver hair flowing under ancient stars.
She whispered to the winds:
"The Star Sovereign rises.
And the Eternal Courts must choose."
Ancient Elven banners unfurled silently in the sacred forests.
The world was no longer standing still.
It was racing toward Sovereignty.
Back in Heartland
Kaelen turned slowly from the table, facing the world.
"The Age of Sovereigns has begun.
And we will stand above the heavens."
And no one —
no king,
no god,
no forgotten titan —
could deny it now.