CHAPTER 132: DOMINION OF THE TYRANT QUEEN

"You will not take Helrath," Veylan snarled.

The words were jagged steel forced through clenched teeth. Even as he spoke, his chest tightened, breath constricting as the pressure of her presence bore down upon his soul.

Elyndra’s golden eyes narrowed—not with anger, but with cold consideration.

"No," she replied, her voice carrying a decree that even the winds dared not interrupt. "Helrath will kneel, but it shall not burn."

She raised one pale hand.

Above her brow, a radiant crown shimmered into being. Threads of authority wove through the air like spectral chains.

Behind her, a throne of light and shadow manifested, wreathed in golden chains that snapped taut with the sound of law itself being etched into the marrow of the world.

This was no ordinary aura of command. It was the Crown of Absolute Dominion (SSS), one of her class exclusive skills.

[Class Exclusive Skill: Crown of Absolute Dominion

Skill Rank: SSS

Skill Abilities:

(1) You summon a spectral crown and throne, manifesting an Absolute Dominion Zone where your sovereignty is law. The Dominion’s size and potency scale with your Spirit and authority level.

(2) Within this Dominion:

*Enemy actions and attacks become sluggish, delayed, or outright denied by narrative force.

*Constructs, familiars, or lesser domains belonging to weaker foes can be seized or collapsed.

*Battlefield conditions (weather, gravity, elemental flows) warp to favor you.

(3) Allies inside gain overwhelming morale boosts, stat amplification, and spiritual fortitude. Those marked as Subjects fight as extensions of your will, capable of cooperative abilities they normally couldn’t achieve.

(4) Once per battle, you can trigger Imperial Ascendancy, fusing fully with the Dominion Zone for 30 seconds. During this state:

*All lower-ranked beings are automatically submitted.

*Physical laws bend to enforce your decrees.

*Reality treats you as the sole absolute ruler of the battlefield, suppressing even divine interventions beneath your authority tier.]

An invisible shockwave swept across the battlefield, more potent than any dragon’s roar.

Knights who had forced themselves upright crumpled as their knees buckled under narrative force, as if kneeling to her was what they should have done in the first place.

The five Sigils carved into Veylan’s flesh flickered violently, his golden aura warping as if reality itself sought to erase his resistance.

The sky darkened. Clouds coiled into a spiraling crown above Helrath’s battered gates. Mana streams twisted unnaturally toward Elyndra, abandoning their natural paths to orbit her like vassals awaiting their sovereign’s command.

"This land... this war... this throne..." Elyndra’s voice carried not through sound but directly into the consciousness of every soul present, echoing in their very bones.

"...belongs to me."

With a single word—"Submit"—her Dominion flared brighter.

Swords snapped in half mid-swing. Banners dropped lifelessly from trembling hands.

The ground around Veylan reshaped itself, circular patterns of golden law and shadow unfurling until the battlefield no longer resembled a warzone.

It had transformed into a sovereign courtroom, where every soldier, beast, and mage was no longer a warrior, but a subject awaiting royal judgment.

Veylan roared in defiance. His blade ignited in a sunburst of mana, his body trembling as he launched forward like a golden tempest.

The ground ruptured under his boots as he burned his life force, every Sigil blazing to its fullest—Lion, Fang, Fortress, Blood, and Storm. The overwhelming surge of mana cracked stone and split the air.

"Helrath... DOES NOT BOW!"

His greatsword swung in a wide arc, a strike that had once shattered demon dukes, leveled citadels, and carved through armies like parchment.

The sheer pressure of the attack ripped trenches into the earth as lightning sparked and winds howled in its wake.

But Elyndra did not flinch.

With the smallest gesture—a mere flick of her finger—the Force of Edict born of Imperial Execution (SSS) erupted.

[Class Exclusive Skill: Imperial Execution

Skill Rank: SSS

Skill Abilities:

(1) Converts your tyrannical authority into destructive combat power. Each attack manifests as Edict Strikes, carrying the weight of your sovereignty. These strikes bypass ordinary defenses, crushing barriers, concepts of resistance, and even soul-based fortifications if they are below your authority tier.

(2) You can channel accumulated rulership energy into Judgment Blows, high-damage strikes that forcibly brand targets as Subjects upon impact, drastically weakening their defenses and forcing partial obedience.

(3) The more enemies marked as Subjects, the stronger your physical and magical might becomes. You draw power from the collective submission of those under your rule. Because of that, you’ll have an additional Rulership Energy stat attribute to indicate the collective power you have gained from your subjects.

(4) Once per week, you can perform Absolute Imperial Verdict, an execution-type attack that conceptually declares the target unworthy of existence within your Dominion. Reality itself conspires to erase or incapacitate them unless their authority exceeds yours.]

The concept of resistance itself shattered as Veylan’s greatsword froze inches from Elyndra’s neck. The blade trembled violently, unable to advance further as unseen sovereign chains bound its will.

Veylan’s knees slammed into the ground, not from weight or physical force, but by the law of supremacy written into existence by Elyndra’s sovereignty. His own mana sputtered as if condemned by an unseen verdict.

The Lion Sigil roared defiantly, golden sparks spilling from his pores as his soul strained against absolute subjugation. Even so, the other four Sigils dimmed, flickering on the edge of collapse.

Elyndra’s gaze lowered to meet his, not with scorn, but with the unyielding judgment of a ruler.

"Your strength is worthy," she said. Each syllable rippled through his mana circuits, nearly extinguishing the five Sigils that had once made him a living legend. "But the age of shattered throne ends here."

Her hand lowered, fingers grazing the air above his bowed head.

"This lion will roar... for my empire."

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath. Soldiers and beasts alike stared in stunned silence, unsure if even the legendary Lion of Thrones could defy a sovereign who rewrote reality with her mere presence.

Veylan’s teeth ground together as blood trickled down his lip. With a guttural roar, he pushed back, veins bulging as his aura surged once more. The earth beneath him cracked as he forced himself upright against Elyndra’s dominion.

"No... ruler... will ever chain Helrath!" he bellowed.

The Lion Sigil exploded with light, merging with the Fortress Sigil to form a blazing shield of defiance. Blood and Storm Sigils roared together, igniting his veins with destructive power. Even Fang Sigil howled, sharpening his will into a feral, unrelenting edge.

For a moment, his aura forced back the crushing dominion, forming a protective barrier of golden flame around his battered form. Knights watching from a distance cheered faintly, desperate hope rekindling in their eyes.

Elyndra’s expression did not change. Her golden eyes simply narrowed in faint disappointment.

With a graceful motion, she extended her hand to the side. The spectral throne behind her pulsed, threads of dominion linking to the battlefield.

War banners rose from the dirt as invisible chains wrapped around wyverns, knights, and even shattered stone. The Absolute Dominion Zone expanded outward, its authority thickening until the world itself seemed to kneel.

The Crown of Absolute Dominion fused seamlessly into her next movement as she invoked Imperial Ascendancy, stepping fully into her Dominion Zone.

Reality bent.

Lower-ranked beings were crushed into total submission. The ground itself trembled, stones splitting and reforming in symmetrical patterns around her feet as if the laws of nature bent to please her.

Elyndra’s voice rang out like divine judgment, unassailable and absolute.

"This battlefield recognizes only one sovereign."

The world answered. Gravity shifted, pulling everything toward her throne. Winds stilled as golden light bathed the land.

The aura of a true monarch—Ruler’s Aura (SSS)—spread like an ocean, invading every soul, branding weaker soldiers as Subjects, their wills shattered into instinctive obedience.

Veylan roared again, swinging his greatsword in a desperate final strike. Every ounce of mana, every fragment of willpower, every roar of the Lion’s legacy poured into that swing, powerful enough to split fortresses and mountains in half.

Elyndra stepped forward, her hand gripping the edge of the blade mid-swing.

No sparks flew. No clash of steel and mana erupted.

The world simply agreed with her decree.

"Cease."

The concept of violence itself was denied.

The greatsword shattered into golden motes that dissolved into the air, the mana fueling it snuffed out by sheer sovereign will.

Veylan froze, eyes wide in disbelief as his last strike crumbled to nothing.

Elyndra’s other hand moved with deliberate slowness, her palm pressing gently against his chestplate. Power surged—not mana, not magic, but pure rulership energy condensed into a single point.

This was not mercy. It was a verdict.

"Helrath’s lion... now kneels to the empire."

The energy detonated in a soundless flash.

Judgment Blows of Imperial Execution slammed into his soul, forcibly branding him as a Subject beneath her rule. His Sigils flared chaotically before dimming, mana chains wrapping around his spirit, binding his defiance.

Veylan collapsed forward, his great frame bowing completely for the first time in his life.

The Lion of Thrones had roared his last in defiance of fate.

Helrath’s future now belonged to Elyndra Celeste Valtoria, the Tyrannical Ruler of the shattered throne.