Alex wasted no time.
He led a strike force—now called the Eternal Vanguard—straight into the heart of Drakon's northern citadel. Void Step carried him through walls; soul-flame sword reaped dragon-riders mid-flight.
[Mass Harvest: 312 elite warriors + 47 dragons. +1,200 stat points distributed.]
[Level: 40]
The iron legions broke. Their emperor knelt, offering fealty rather than death. Alex accepted—subjugation counted toward the threshold.
One throne down.
Next came Thorne's shadowed forests. Shadow assassins melted from trees, only to be consumed by his new aura. Their leader, a veiled high-sorceress, fought with curses that twisted reality. Alex countered with Soul Dominion, binding her own shadows against her.
[Legendary Enemy slain. +100 to all stats. Bonus: Unlock Shadow Eternal Dominion – Merge with darkness itself.]
Two thrones.
Eldoria and Valthor sued for peace, offering marriage alliances, tribute, shared rule. Alex refused. Peace was stagnation. The path demanded conquest.
He split his forces. One legion under his personal command marched on Eldoria's golden capital. The other, bolstered by risen dragons and spectral knights, struck Valthor from the sea.
The final battles were apocalyptic.
In Eldoria's throne room, the High King charged with divine blessing—sword blazing with holy light. Alex met him blade to blade. Each clash shattered marble pillars.
[Divine Champion slain. +250 to all stats. Divine Essence absorbed: Holy Resilience.]
The king fell. The capital surrendered.
Valthor's berserker queen lasted longer—her rage-fueled form growing with every wound. But Alex's Eternal Harvest turned her fury against her. She burned out.
[Apex Enemy slain. Threshold met.]
[Level: 50 – Sovereign Spirit Awakening Complete]
His body dissolved into violet mist, reforming taller, eyes like twin voids, skin etched with glowing kill-runes. He no longer needed food, sleep, or air. Pain was a memory.
[Sovereign Spirit Form: Active]
[New Ability: Reality Rend – Tear temporary rifts to summon conquered souls as armies from across time.]
The Four Thrones were his. The continent knelt.
Yet as he stood atop the unified citadel—now a floating fortress of black crystal and soul-steel—Alex felt the erosion Nyxara warned of. Laughter from Earth felt distant. Nyxara's face blurred in memory. Even victory tasted... hollow.
The system whispered:
[Next Threshold: Level 100 – Cosmic Sovereign]
[Requirement: Shatter the planar barriers. Conquer the realms beyond.]
Alex gazed at the stars. New worlds waited—gods, other systems, endless battlegrounds.
He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Eternal it is."