The Fae Circle pulsed with unnatural light, its runes shifting as if whispering secrets from a time before the Boundless Continent had been shaped. The air around it crackled, heavy with anticipation. Selene stood before it, her gaze unwavering.
Her court was growing. Her power was stabilizing. But she was not yet satisfied.
Her enemies had begun to take notice of her expansion, their movements more cautious, more calculated. The whispers from the unknown force watching her had grown louder, more insistent.
She needed more strength. More pieces in her web.
Selene activated the summoning.
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《System Alert: Day 11》
《Court of the Fae Lords is alive with mystical energy!》
《Do you wish to summon two Fae Lords?》
《Yes》《No》
Selene pressed 《Yes》, and the world seemed to pause.
The air warped as the runes twisted, expanding beyond their normal patterns. This was different. A heavier presence was forming.
Then, the first figure emerged.
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The Tier 2 Fae Lord was a shadowed figure wrapped in chains of silver light, their form shifting between substance and mist. Their face was obscured by a mask etched with ancient, unreadable runes.
A low hum filled the air as they stepped forward, their voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the minds of all present.
“I am the Fae Lord of Oaths,” they murmured. “A Tier 2 Fae Lord. I command the Binding Sprites, Pactborn Wraiths, and the Everbound. My domain is loyalty, pacts, and unbreakable bonds. To swear to me is to be held to one’s word beyond death itself.”
Selene studied them carefully. A fae bound to oaths. A keeper of promises and enforcer of deals. Useful. Very useful.
“You will serve in my court,” Selene said simply.
The Fae Lord of Oaths bowed without hesitation. “So it is spoken, so it shall be.”
Then the Circle pulsed again.
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The air shook.
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Selene’s vision blurred as something greater took form.
A figure towered over the Fae Circle, clad in shifting armor that flickered between gold and shadow. A crown of shifting elements floated above their head—half fire, half ice, half storm, half stillness.
Their presence demanded obedience.
When they spoke, it was not with a voice, but with command.
“I am the Fae Lord of Sovereignty.”
The words were not a name. They were a statement of existence.
“A Unique Tier 3 Fae Lord. I command the Courts of the Lesser, the Bound Kings, and the Unfallen Lords. My domain is rule, dominion, and the right to command. Where I walk, those beneath me must kneel. Those who serve me bring forth their own courts, and in my presence, they shall rule in my name.”
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The system flared.
《System Alert: Unique Summoning Effect Activated!》
《The Fae Lord of Sovereignty does not summon standard units. Instead, upon summoning, they bring forth a ruling court.》
《Two Tier 2 Fae Lords and Four Tier 1 Fae Lords have been called.》
The Circle erupted again.
Two more Tier 2 Fae Lords materialized—one a figure wreathed in golden vines, the Fae Lord of Harvest, and the other a pale, regal warrior in obsidian armor, the Fae Lord of Conquest.
Four Tier 1 Fae Lords appeared behind them, each bowing instinctively to the Fae Lord of Sovereignty.
Selene took it all in.
This was no ordinary summon. This was not simply a powerful Fae Lord. This was an empire manifesting itself within her own court.
And it was hers.
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The Throne of Kings was complete.
The Fae Lord of Sovereignty turned to her, their presence unshakable. “You rule, but rule is not solitary. It is through the act of dominion that a ruler is proven. A true ruler commands not just power, but those who bring forth their own courts.”
Selene met their gaze, unwavering.
“You are mine,” she said, voice absolute.
The Fae Lord of Sovereignty did not flinch, did not challenge.
Instead, they bowed.
“As you will it, so it shall be.”
The lesser Fae Lords followed, kneeling one by one.
Her court had expanded. Her power had changed.
She did not simply rule.
She had an empire within an empire.
And the Boundless Continent would know it.
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The Meeting of the Vassals
Selene wasted no time.
With the Fae Lord of Sovereignty and their court now at her command, she summoned her vassals.
They gathered in the Grand Hall, the room thrumming with unseen energy. IronFist, SilverLily, Thornhaven, Duskwind, and even Fenric, his wounds still fresh from his lesson in humility, stood at attention.
Selene sat upon her throne, her new Fae Lords flanking her. The air was different. The balance of power had shifted.
Duskwind was the first to notice. His eyes flicked to the new Fae Lords, to the kneeling Tier 1s, to the presence of something greater.
He swallowed hard.
SilverLily glanced at the Fae Lord of Sovereignty, her sharp mind already recognizing the implications.
Fenric, still struggling with his place, stiffened.
Selene spoke.
“There will be no hesitation,” she said, voice carrying through the chamber. “Expansion continues. The eastern trade routes will be secured within the next two days. The jungles will be reinforced. The lesser lords who still remain scattered will fall in line.”
She gestured toward the Fae Lord of Sovereignty.
“You will oversee it. Bring order to the lesser ones. Show them the meaning of rule.”
Sovereignty bowed. “It shall be done.”
IronFist, Thornhaven, and the others exchanged glances, their loyalty unquestioned—but their understanding of her power growing.
Selene stood.
“You serve Balance. And now, through my court, you will bring order to the chaos of this world.”
She met Duskwind’s gaze. Fenric’s.
“You all thought yourselves rulers.”
Her gaze hardened.
“You were merely waiting for a throne to kneel to.”
She turned, stepping away from the throne, her Fae Lords falling into place behind her.
The meeting was over. Her command had been given.
And the Boundless Continent would bow before the Throne of Kings.
