THE CONVERGENCE BEGINS

Chapter 127: The Convergence Begins

The assembly of realms had officially begun.

Inside the Grand Hall of Sylvethien, the rulers and champions of every major race gathered under one roof.

The air crackled with immense power—dragonlords, kings, elven royalty, war generals, and mystical beings all standing in one place.

And at the center of it all—Eldoria's King stood unmoving.

High Lord Veydrion the Crimson, Ruler of the Dragonkin, watched the hall unfold with an expression of mild amusement. His golden, slit-pupil eyes flicked across the gathered leaders before settling on one figure.

And then, he grinned.

"Ah," Veydrion's voice rumbled like distant thunder. "I see the lion of Eldoria still roars."

The room stilled.

Every noble and warrior turned toward Emperor Adrian Eldoria.

The King of Eldoria simply smiled—a sharp, dangerous thing.

"And I see the Crimson Sovereign still believes he is above introductions," Adrian mused.

Veydrion chuckled, his deep voice filled with amusement. "Introductions? We are past that, Adrian."

The two titans of power locked gazes.

And in that instant—a tension unlike any other filled the hall.

It wasn't hostility.

But it wasn't friendship, either.

It was a clash of wills.

The Dragonlord and the Human King.

A battle not of blades, but presence.

A silent duel where neither dared to be the first to look away.

Mana in the room shifted.

Several nobles flinched, feeling an overwhelming force pressing against them.

The younger generation, including Kael and the Vanguard, felt the air grow unbearably thick.

Mira swallowed. "What… the hell?"

Lucian frowned but didn't look away. "They're testing each other."

Selene's silver eyes narrowed. "Not testing. They're proving something."

Across the room, Grand Duke Alistair Veyrin and Duke Ragnor Grimthorne watched with familiar exasperation.

Grimthorne sighed. "He's doing it again."

Veyrin nodded, expression unreadable. "Of course he is."

Cassian, watching between them, raised a brow. "What exactly is he doing?"

Veyrin didn't even blink. "Reminding the world why he is king."

And then—

The silent clash broke.

Veydrion laughed, stepping forward with a smirk. "Still as sharp as ever."

Adrian chuckled, relaxed but victorious. "Still as dramatic as ever."

With that, the moment of absolute pressure faded.

The rest of the hall exhaled as one.

The meeting had barely begun, and already—the balance of power had been made clear.

A Gathering of Power

With the dominance games settled, the meeting officially commenced.

The rulers of each race stood within the hall, speaking in turn as they laid out the terms of discussion.

The topics ranged from border negotiations, trade agreements, military alliances, and hidden threats.

But through it all—Kael noticed something.

The tensions between certain races remained.

The Dark Elves and High Elves still held bitter gazes toward one another.

The Vampires and Dwarves remained distant—one built on war, the other on pride.

The Beastkin and Merfolk, though neutral, watched the political games unfold in silence.

And at the center of it—Eldoria remained unpredictable.

Neither fully trusted.

Nor fully opposed.

Kael muttered under his breath. "This is a mess."

Cassian smirked. "Welcome to politics."

Darius sighed. "Can't we just beat them all into an agreement?"

Lucian shot him a look. "That's why you're not in charge of diplomacy."

As the meeting progressed, certain figures whispered in the shadows.

Kael could feel it.

Something beyond politics was at play.

Something hidden beneath the surface.

And as the discussions continued, the true purpose of the Convergence would soon come to light.

A purpose that would change the fate of every race.