Note: Kingdom Hierarchy
To be called as Divine Kingdom, they need to have more than 50+ divines and 400+ Supremes
To be called as Supreme Kingdom, they need to have more than 50+ Supremes and 400+ paragons.
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In an Unknown Planet which connect to Elysian Grid for more than 200 years.
During the era where kingdoms reigned.
The Divine kingdom of Arcadia learned about talented woman from supreme kingdom of Daehan, she is the only divine of Daehan, who was eligible for participation in Cradle of Creation.
only those who gained title divine can participate in it.
Ministry of arcadia believed if she were to participate in cradle of creation, she will be great danger of Arcadia kingdom.
So, they made a plan, she either be controlled by them or she die.
2 years before the cradle of creation trails begin.
Arcadia send messengers with 10 divine's and 400 Supreme's people to supreme kingdom of Daehan.
It was not just to protect the messengers but also to intimidate the Daehan Kingdom.
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The air in the Grand Hall of Daehan was thick with the scent of old wood and simmering anxiety. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing the gloom, illuminating the grim faces of the assembled elders. King Theron, a man whose brow was perpetually furrowed with worry, paced restlessly before them, his gaze darting from one elder to another, seeking solace in their unwavering support, a support that felt increasingly fragile.
The Arcadian delegation, a group of haughty nobles led by Lord Valerius, their faces etched with arrogance, sat opposite them. Valerius, a man whose eyes held the cold glint of ambition, leaned forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "King Theron, we come bearing an offer from our illustrious sovereign, King Alaric."
Theron, his voice strained, managed a tight-lipped smile. "An offer, Lord Valerius? Or a demand?"
Valerius chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. "King Theron, you see, King Alaric, in his infinite wisdom, recognizes the… limitations of your kingdom. A small nation, perpetually teetering on the brink, lacking the divine might to truly stand amongst the great powers."
He paused, allowing the insult to sink in. The elders exchanged uneasy glances, their hands tightening around their staffs.
"Therefore," Valerius continued, his voice rising, "King Alaric extends a hand of… cooperation. A mutually beneficial arrangement, you might say."
"King Alaric had given 2 choices".
He produced a scroll from his silken robes, its surface shimmering with intricate gold leaf. "These are the terms. Tribute, of course. A significant portion of your annual harvest, your finest silks, your most precious metals. And, naturally, control over your southern trade routes. Arcadian ships will have unhindered access to your ports."
A low growl rumbled through the Daehan elders. Elder Nara, her voice a low rumble that shook the very foundations of the hall, spoke, "And what, pray tell, do you offer in return for this… 'cooperation'?"
Valerius smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Protection. The protection of the mighty Arcadian legions. From… unforeseen threats. From those who might seek to exploit your weakness."
He gestured dismissively towards the map of Daehan that lay spread out on the table, his finger tracing a line across the southern border. "A precarious position, your kingdom. Bordering the treacherous Whispering Woods, home to creatures of legend, and those… fewer savory elements."
The elders exchanged uneasy glances. The Whispering Woods were a constant threat, a source of unending worry. But this… this was not protection; it was subjugation.
"And what," Elder Kaelen, his voice firm, "is the second option?"
Valerius leaned back, a smug expression on his face. "A small price, indeed. A token of goodwill. A gesture of alliance."
He paused, savoring the growing unease in the hall. "The hand of your Princess, in marriage to our King. A union that will solidify this… partnership."
The hall erupted in a cacophony of outraged voices. King Theron slammed his fist on the table, his face flushed with anger. "Marriage? You dare to propose such a… a travesty!"
Valerius shrugged, his expression unfazed. "It is merely a diplomatic alliance, King Theron. A… consolidation of power. Your Princess, with her… unique talents, would be a valuable asset to our court."
He used the word "talents" with a chilling emphasis, his eyes lingering on the elders, each of whom understood the true meaning behind his veiled threat. The Princess was not merely a political pawn; she was a symbol of Daehan's strength and Daehan's only Divine, a beacon of hope for her people. To offer her as a concubine to the Arcadian King was an insult that would never be forgiven.
"We cannot accept," declared Elder Kaelen, his voice firm. "We will not bow to such tyranny."
Valerius' smile faded, replaced by a mask of icy fury. "Then," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "you leave Arcadia with no choice. War, King Theron. A war that your small supreme kingdom will surely lose."
He rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the assembled elders, each of whom felt a cold dread creeping into their bones. War with Arcadia was unthinkable. Their kingdom, despite its rich history and proud traditions, was no match for the might of divine kingdom.
King Theron sank into his throne, his face etched with despair. The shadow of Arcadia had fallen upon Daehan, and the future of their kingdom hung precariously in the balance.
The tension in the Grand Hall of Daehan was palpable. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing the gloom, illuminating the grim faces of the assembled elders. King Theron, his brow furrowed with worry, paced restlessly before them, his gaze darting from one elder to another, seeking solace in their unwavering support, a support that felt increasingly fragile.
Valerius, his face a mask of arrogant triumph, addressed the assembled Daehan elders, "Your decision is final, King Theron? You reject our generous offer? Very well. You have chosen this path. The consequences will be… severe."
Just as Valerius turned to leave, a hush fell over the hall. The heavy oak doors creaked open, and a figure of unparalleled grace and poise emerged. It was the Princess, her presence radiating an aura of serene power. Dressed in simple white robes, she moved through the hall with a quiet dignity that belied the storm brewing within her.
Her gaze swept over the assembled elders, landing on King Theron, who looked away, unable to meet her eyes. Then, with a chilling grace, she turned her attention to the Arcadian delegation.
She said, "Since the war is about to happen...."
A wave of icy silence swept through the hall as the Princess raised her hand. A low hum resonated through the air, and in an instant, ten Arcadian Divines in the hall and four hundred Supremes outside the hall crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Their heads, severed with chilling precision, rolled to a stop at the feet of the stunned Arcadian delegation.
Lord Valerius, his face contorted in a mixture of horror and disbelief, stared at the carnage before him. He had expected defiance, perhaps even a desperate act of resistance. But this… this was beyond his wildest imagination.
The Princess, her voice calm and devoid of emotion, addressed the trembling Lord Valerius. "A small… token of appreciation for your… generous offer."
With that, she turned and walked towards the throne, leaving the Arcadian delegation frozen in terror. They fled the hall, their escape a chaotic scramble, leaving behind a trail of fear and bewilderment.
King Theron, his face pale, watched as his Princess ascended the throne. He had feared her wrath, her defiance. But now, looking at her, a fierce warrior who had just delivered a devastating blow to their enemies, he felt a surge of pride, a renewed sense of hope.
That day Seraphina coronated as Daehan's Queen.