Kael Veyris stands in the central hall of his Empire.
Not bloodied. Not bruised. Calm, precise, unstoppable.
Virelya, Korynthia, Drakanyra, and Lyra flank him.
Even Aurelia Seraphi hovers nearby, intrigued.
A ripple tears through the multiverse.
A delegation from realms unknown arrives gods, Outer beings, and mysterious entities that have never been named before.
They come not to fight but to negotiate.
We have heard of your survival. Of your new power, one being says.
We wish to understand or join or test
Kael leans back, serene.
No threat. No dominance.
But his presence makes even the unbound pause.
Sit Kael says casually.
Let's discuss what cooperation looks like. No tricks. No games. Just truth.
As they sit, Kael subtly demonstrates his Absolute Reversion and Sovereign Compression.
Not to threatens to show:
All of you see reality bending to me. That does not mean I destroy. That means I decide. Carefully.
Virelya smiles faintly.
They won't underestimate us again.
Korynthia wraps her tails around the hall, subtly reinforcing Kael's influence.
Drakanyra's wings shimmer, shielding the room from destabilized cosmic energies.
Lyra channels threads of potential futures, highlighting the benefits of alliance.
One of the unknown beings leans forward.
If we join will you allow us freedom
Kael tilts his head, smirking faintly.
Freedom is the currency of those who understand power. Respect it and you will have it. Misuse it and you will see why I survived deletion.
The meeting continues, quietly tense, but Kael controls every word, every movement, every perception.
By the time the unknown beings leave, they are not only impressed they are influenced.
Some pledge loyalty. Some retreat.
All have learned the unspoken truth:
Kael Veyris does not just survive. He defines the rules.
And in the Empire, his wives and daughter share a glance.
No words are needed.
The multiverse has shifted.
Kael's influence now stretches further than ever… not by force, but by subtle, undeniable authority.