The Outer Void's endless horizon rippled under a cosmic storm as the three sovereigns materialized in the heart of the Celestial Palace—a fortress suspended between dimensions. Each sovereign radiated an aura that commanded reverence:
Kaelis, the Sovereign of Creation, his skin shimmering like molten gold, eyes glowing with endless potential.
Maraeth, the Sovereign of Destruction, cloaked in swirling shadows, her voice a thunderous roar felt in every soul.
Therion, the Sovereign of Balance, calm and inscrutable, holding a staff that pulsed with the harmony of all things.
Their arrival was no accident. A convergence of fate and power demanded their intervention, for the multiverse trembled beneath a growing threat.
The gathered delegates—celestial beings, ancient spirits, and mortal champions—fell silent as the Triumvirate issued their decree: the old order was shattered, and a new reign would rise, with them at the helm.
Wang Chung watched from the shadows, a tight knot in his chest. His power, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a seed of rot growing inside him. The rumors of corruption had started circulating among the realms, whispers that the dark energy he'd absorbed in the Celestial War was poisoning his soul.
He clenched his fists, determined to prove them wrong.