The Sovereign Winds carried the scent of silver blossoms and fresh Spirit Rivers across Heartland.
The Holy Land pulsed warmly —
not with tension,
not with battle,
but with something far rarer.
Peace.
Joy.
Family.
For tomorrow night,
the Sovereigns would gather not in council,
nor in war,
but around a single, simple truth:
They were no longer alone.
Preparing the Sovereign Garden
The newly-formed Sacred Garden Pavilion bloomed near the Heartstone's Core —
an open-air sanctuary woven from living Spirit Trees, Sovereign Crystals, and silverwoven vines.
The tables were carved from World-Tree wood, humming softly with Sovereign Will.
The chairs were grown naturally, their shapes perfect for each Sovereign who would sit.
The Heartland chefs — many blessed with minor Sovereign Sparks — prepared a feast worthy of legends:
Spirit-Fruits that glowed softly.
Starfire Roasted Meats.
Wines brewed from Holy Land vines, infused with faint Sovereign energy.
Crystalflame pastries that shimmered like captured auroras.
At the center of it all,
a great bonfire — pure Sovereign Light — would burn.
Not for battle.
For family.
Kaelen's Family Preparing
In the Sovereign Courtyard,
Kaelen's parents moved carefully among the preparations.
Elena Drayce supervised the arrangement of ancient dishes —
her hands graceful, glowing faintly now with the touch of the Eternal Bloodline.
"He was once so small," she whispered to herself, smiling through misted eyes.
"Now he builds nations.
And invites the stars to dine."
Darian Drayce laughed warmly, lifting a barrel of Sovereign Cider effortlessly —
his body rejuvenated, his heart young once again.
"A dinner under stars he has claimed,
for a family that cannot be broken.
Not by kings.
Not by gods.
Not by fate itself."
Nearby, other Heartland citizens — those blessed by Sovereignty — worked eagerly,
decorating the pathways with Spirit Blooms that would open only at sunset.
The Companions Preparing
Mira watched from a high branch, eyes thoughtful.
Riven stirred the bonfire casually with a grin, adding little bursts of Sovereign Flame for drama.
Selina laid Sovereign Healing arrays beneath the garden —
ensuring no sorrow, no regret, no hidden wound could mar the night.
Damon and Eren practiced ceremonial sparring nearby —
a silent promise that no threat would touch the Family while they dined.
Lyanna floated higher, stringing spirit-runes into the night sky itself —
weaving soft, shimmering lights to match the stars.
Lyra soared in lazy circles above —
laughing as the winds carried notes of songs not sung for ages.
The Queens Preparing
In a silver pavilion nearby,
Queen Isolde dressed not in war regalia —
but in a flowing white-gold gown, stitched with threads of captured dawnlight.
She looked at herself briefly in the mirror —
faintly amused, faintly awed.
"It has been so long," she thought,
"since I dressed not for war, but for family."
In another corner of the Sacred Grove,
Queen Elowen braided her silver hair with spirit-blooms —
a tradition among the Elven Sovereigns when honoring bonds of eternal unity.
Her crystal-blue gaze softened as she gazed at the growing Heartland gardens.
"Perhaps," she whispered to the trees,
"dreams are not yet lost."
Kaelen Reflects
Kaelen stood alone briefly at the Heartstone's edge,
watching it pulse brighter with every heartbeat.
He closed his red-golden eyes and breathed deeply.
The Holy Land welcomed him.
Not as a conqueror.
Not as a tyrant.
As its dreamer.
As its heart.
System Notification
[System Notification]
[First Eternal Sovereign Family Gathering Confirmed.]
[Holy Land Core Strength will increase temporarily.]
[Companions and Family Bonds: Strengthening.]
[Hidden Blessing: ???]
Kaelen smiled quietly.
Whatever came next —
the wars, the gods, the ancient enemies —
none of it could steal this moment.
This family.
This dream.
The World Watches
Beyond Heartland's borders:
Obsidian Warlords sharpened their blades.
Ancient Dragons roared warnings into the void.
The Shrouded Courts whispered of assassination and fear.
But none dared move yet.
Because they all knew:
Tomorrow night, the Sovereigns of Heartland would gather.
And whatever bonds they forged under the Sovereign Stars —
would be unbreakable.
Unstoppable.
Eternal.