SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Inside the Grand Tower, the atmosphere was even more charged. The walls were adorned with intricate paintings and statues, depicting legendary events and beings from the Nine Realms. The ceiling was a marvel of magical engineering, a vast dome that displayed a shifting tapestry of stars and constellations, representing the unity of the realms.

A grand assembly hall awaited, its vastness filled with rows of seats arranged in a semi-circle. At the center were nine thrones, each representing a half-sovereign of the Nine Realms. These beings were the pinnacle of power, their decisions shaping the very fabric of the realms.

As Allaric entered the hall, a herald announced his arrival with a booming voice, "Supreme Wand Magus Allaric, Leader of the blue planet wizard association, honored guest of the Nine Realms Summit!" The announcement echoed through the hall, drawing the attention of all present.

The attendants led him to a place of prominence, where he was met with nods of acknowledgment from the half-sovereigns. Each half sovereign throne has the symbol of their weapon.

The head of the 9 realms association sat at the central throne where a long staff is depicted behind him in golden color. Next to him, the Vice Leader, Ryon Lionheart, Monarch of 7th realm, head of Quinn family sat in golden robes. A long bow symbol with an arrow was depicted behind him.

After another half an hour, a loud bell rang and all the guests became alert. Before the start of the gathering, the head of 9 realms, Jason Mama, turned his head and gestured with a look.

The head herald stepped forward, holding a golden scroll. He asked Allaric to come to the front row honoring place first.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After that, with a flourish, he unrolled the scroll and read aloud, "In recognition of Supreme Wand Magus, Allaric's invaluable contributions and the pivotal role he played in the association, Supreme Wand Magus, Allaric is hereby honored with the title of "Grand Arcane of the Third Realm."

Applause erupted from the assembly, the sound resonating through the grand hall. Allaric bowed graciously, feeling the weight of his new title. He was then guided to a seat among the nine half-sovereigns, a place of immense honor and responsibility.

As he took his seat, the meeting officially began. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Allaric felt a surge of pride and determination. The future of the 3rd realm was at stake, and he was now a central figure in shaping that destiny.

The grand assembly hall buzzed with activity as delegates from each realm took turns presenting their problems and petitions. The atmosphere was a blend of urgency and solemnity, each speaker's voice echoing through the vast chamber as they implored the nine half-sovereigns for aid.

Representatives spoke of droughts, invasions, resource shortages, and internal strife. Each plea was met with the composed attention of the half-sovereigns, who nodded gravely, their eyes filled with the weight of their responsibilities.

As each realm's emissary finished, the half-sovereigns discussed possible allocations of resources, their voices calm and measured as they debated the best course of action.

In between these discussions, the half-sovereigns also spoke of the upcoming major events and association activities. They mentioned the Grand Wizard Tournament, the Arcane Confluence, and the Decade fight of Magical Beast tamers. Each event was designed to strengthen the bonds between the realms and ensure their collective prosperity.

Finally, the vice head of the Nine Realms, Half Sovereign Ryon Lionheart, patriarch of the Quinn family and ruler of the Seventh Realm, rose to speak. His presence commanded the room, his voice deep and resonant. The assembly fell silent, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed representatives of the Nine Realms," Ryon began, his gaze sweeping across the gathered delegates. "I bring news of an event that has not occurred in 333 years: the opening of the Spirit Realm."

A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd, murmurs spreading like wildfire. Ryon continued, his tone unwavering, "The Spirit Realm is a place of immense power and opportunity. It opens once every 333 years, and those who enter have the chance to gain unparalleled strength and insight. It is this realm that bestowed the position of demi-god.

But the age limit is the only factor which is stopping all of us from entering in."

Eyes widened and breaths hitched as the significance of his words sank in. The Spirit Realm was legendary, a place where destinies could be forged or shattered. Ryon's next words heightened the tension in the room.

"To ensure only the most worthy enter, the association will allocate three slots per realm. Additionally, six slots will be awarded to individuals selected directly by the association based on their exceptional talents. This is how 33 slots will be distributed all together."

The hall erupted into a cacophony of excited whispers and tense murmurs. The delegates were abuzz with the implications of Ryon's announcement. The Spirit Realm was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the competition for these coveted slots would be fierce.

As Ryon spoke, his eyes briefly flickered to Allaric, who sat among the half-sovereigns with a contemplative expression. Unbeknownst to all, Ryon was the unknown father of Kent.

The delegates listened intently, their minds racing with possibilities. The Spirit Realm was not merely an opportunity; it was a test, a crucible that would forge the next generation of leaders and heroes.

Ryon concluded his speech, "Some things are meant for certain individuals, even if they seem unreachable. It is our duty to ensure that those who enter the Spirit Realm are worthy of its challenges and rewards. Prepare your best, for the journey ahead will be arduous and the stakes higher than ever."

The room erupted into applause, the delegates' faces a mix of excitement and determination. The Spirit Realm was within their grasp, and each realm would strive to secure their place in this legendary event.

Allaric couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

As the assembly hall settled into a tense silence, the head of the Nine Realms Association, Jason Mama, rose from his seat. His presence commanded the attention of everyone present, and no one dared to murmur or squeal, afraid of angering him.

The head, a figure of immense power and respect, began his speech about the allocation of resources among the realms.

For the next fifteen minutes, his voice echoed through the hall as he detailed the distribution of vital resources. His words were measured and precise, reflecting the careful consideration behind each allocation. The delegates listened intently, understanding the importance of every resource in maintaining their realms' strength and stability.

As the speech reached towards the end, the head paused for a moment, his gaze shifting towards Allaric. A shiver ran down Allaric's spine as their eyes met. The head's stern expression softened into a smile, and he addressed the assembly with a surprising announcement.

"The Blue Planet's Wizard Association is hereby recognized as a permanent member," the head declared. "From now on, they will receive their fair share of resources. Additionally, the Blue Planet will be supported with special treasures and valuable manuals to aid in their growth and power."

Allaric's face glowed with a mixture of surprise and joy. He had intended to negotiate for these benefits in exchange for slots in the upcoming Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering on the Blue Planet. However, the head had offered these rewards unprompted, a gesture of unexpected generosity.

After the formal meeting, the nine half-sovereigns and Allaric were invited to a separate, opulent chamber. The room was adorned with exquisite decorations, and a lavish feast was laid out on a long table. The atmosphere was relaxed, yet charged with underlying currents of power and politics.

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