Three days later…
Above Sovereign City—Dual Continent, an awe-inspiring sight unfolded. A colossal floating platform, suspended effortlessly through ancient magical forces. It hovered high in the skies, casting an imnse shadow over the lands below.
This was no ordinary construct. The platform stretched vast, spanning an entire surface of the Dual Continent, an engineering marvel capable of accommodating billions of lifeforms with ease. A testant to the peak of magical craftsmanship, it was a gathering ground befitting kings, emperors, and entities beyond mortal comprehension.
The view from this divine structure was nothing short of breathtaking. The skies, a perfect blend of azure and golden hues, stretched endlessly, with drifting celestial clouds weaving an eternal dance across the horizon. Beneath the floating marvel, the sprawling Sovereign City stood like an ant in comparison, its grand towers and magnificent palaces reduced to re specks in the distance.
The platform itself was a paradise sculpted by the finest artisans of the world. Dwarven craftsn, known for their unparalleled mastery in stone and tal, had ticulously designed intricate pathways, embedding mystical runes into the very ground. These runes shimred faintly, resonating with the raw mana that kept the platform aloft.
Alongside them, Giant craftsn, wielding their brute strength and artistic touch, had erected towering decorative pillars, each one a masterpiece of celestial engravings. They depicted scenes of their god, goddesses, and their legendary battles—etched so vividly that they seed to co alive under the radiant glow of the floating orbs that served as the platform's eternal light source.
The very air carried an enchanting fragrance, courtesy of the endless gardens spread across the platform. Exotic flowers, their petals imbued with magical energy, blood in dazzling arrays of color—violet, gold, crimson, and even shades unseen by mortal eyes. Their bioluminescence pulsed rhythmically, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
Rows upon rows of seats, crafted from rare and sturdy wood, were arranged ticulously across the platform. Each seat, enchanted to maintain its pristine condition, glead under the soft magical glow, ensuring that no dust, dirt, or imperfection marred its splendor.
Every chair was adorned with personalized insignias, reserved for esteed guests, their placents determined by status, power, and influence.
At the very heart of the floating platform, an elevated ceremonial stage stretched across the center—a sacred space where the grand wedding of Aengus, Bella, and Aria would soon take place.
As the montous occasion neared, guests began to arrive, each making an entrance more awe-inspiring than the last.
The sky above the platform rippled with waves of mana as legendary figures made their grand arrival, each riding atop creatures of myth and legend.
Majestic dragons, their scales glimring like molten gold and abyssal night, flapped their colossal wings, stirring the winds with their sheer presence.
The air buzzed with power as phoenixes descended in bursts of divine flas, their fiery tails leaving trails of embers across the heavens. Flying whales, their massive bodies carrying entire delegations, glided through the clouds with an elegance that defied logic, their songs resonating in the skies.
Celestial eagles, larger than warships, soared with their riders clad in regal robes, their piercing eyes surveying the gathering below. So guests even arrived on thunder wyverns, their wings crackling with storm energy, sending arcs of lightning through the atmosphere.
Each arrival was a statent, a silent declaration of power, status, and respect.
There was an unspoken competition between the assembled kings, emperors, and powerhouses, each striving to outshine the other, proving just how much they valued the union of Aengus, Bella, and Aria. The stronger the entrance, the deeper their loyalty—or their desire to be noticed by the Supre Sovereign himself.
Despite the overwhelming display of grandeur, the ceremony was not exclusive to the elite.
Amidst the spectacle, ordinary people made their way through shimring portal gates scattered across the platform. These portals, glowing softly with stable spatial energy, allowed the common folk—rchants, scholars, warriors, and civilians—to witness history firsthand. They stepped forward steadily, their faces filled with wonder and reverence, humbled to be present at such a monuntal occasion.
Even King Araknis and Princess Delilah were wide-eyed at the grandeur of the wedding ceremony.
King Araknis felt a deep sense of regret.
But alas, his daughter wasn't fortunate enough to be part of this ceremony.
Surprisingly, Aengus' forr party mbers—Sofia, Nate, Alisha, and Hank—had also made their way to the wedding.
They looked older, more mature with ti.
Even so, they couldn't hide their astonishnt at the sheer magnificence of the wedding preparations.
"I can't believe Brother Zero has beco such a powerful figure in such a short ti," Hank said in disbelief.
He was still the sa chubby man but had now grown a beard on his face.
Alisha chuckled. "True. When I first received the invitation, I couldn't believe it either. But now, Emperor Zero and Zytherion... it all makes sense. They're the sa person."
Sofia remained as expressionless as ever, while Nate held her soft hand, signaling that they had been a couple for so ti now.
From the looks of it, Alisha and Hank were a couple as well.
They had co to witness the event only because of Aengus' personal letter. Otherwise, they wouldn't have presented themselves in such a powerful gathering.
Now, they were content with their small adventuring life.
But the only reason they could live happily, free from outside invasion, was because of their Sole Sovereign.
Showing him respect was the least they could do—despite their past conflicts, which now seed childish in retrospect. Find more chapters on My Virtual Library Empire
"HAHAHAHA..."
Suddenly a booming laughter echoed from the outer sky, like thunder descending from the heavens.
All eyes turned toward the figure of an old man adorned with unusual geotric patterns.
It was Hexagon, Aengus' maternal grandfather.
So among the crowd recognized him and wisely kept their mouths shut, while others trembled at the overwhelming aura of a Nebula Dominator.
Without hesitation, he made his way directly to the very front, where Aengus' closest subordinates and relatives sat in silence.
Aron, seated in Eleanora's arms, waited patiently in the front row.
Despite how unusual it sounded, he was about to witness his own father and mother's wedding.
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