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# Sovereign Flame of the Eastern Heavens
## Chapter 1: The Summoning of Legends
The night air hung heavy with expectation atop Mount Tianxu. Emperor Longxian stood alone at the summit, his powerful frame silhouetted against the moonlit sky. His obsidian hair, streaked with crimson at the tips, flowed behind him in the mountain breeze, secured in a high warrior's tail by a golden dragon clasp that caught the starlight. The Dragon-Spire Empire stretched below him—a vast dominion of cities, villages, and wild lands that comprised half the known world of Xuanyuan.
Yet it was not enough.
Beyond his eastern borders, chaos reigned. Demonic sects corrupted the innocent. Beast clans ravaged peaceful settlements. Rogue immortals built cults of personality, enslaving minds and harvesting spirits to fuel their twisted ambitions.
Longxian's golden eyes, ringed with crimson irises, surveyed his empire with both pride and restlessness. Standing at an imposing six-foot-five, his broad shoulders draped in imperial regalia of crimson and gold, layered with dragon-scale armor that gleamed in the moonlight, he embodied the very essence of sovereign power.
"Even an emperor's reach has limits," he murmured to himself, his deep voice resonating with the authority that had cowed demon kings and celestial dignitaries alike. "But tonight, those limits shall be transcended."
Behind him, the Heavenly Pagoda of Summoning rose like a spear thrust toward the stars—a twelve-tiered structure of jade and celestial bronze built specifically for this night's ritual. For three years, his cultivators had gathered rare materials from across Xuanyuan: divine beast cores, starlight crystals, soul-binding cinnabar, and the essence of legendary weapons.
All to prepare for the Summoning Rite of the Eightfold Gate—a forbidden ritual not attempted since the Age of Mythic Sovereigns.
Chancellor Wei Ming approached hesitantly, his ancient form bent with the weight of centuries. As the oldest living cultivator in the empire and Longxian's most trusted advisor, he alone had been permitted to witness this momentous event.
"Your Majesty," Wei Ming's voice quavered slightly, "the celestial alignment reaches its apex in mere moments. The ritual chambers are prepared as instructed, but I must voice my concern once more. This rite... it draws upon forces beyond even immortal comprehension. The legends speak of summoners driven to madness, their souls devoured by the very entities they sought to bind."
Longxian turned, his imposing frame dwarfing the ancient chancellor. But rather than rebuke, a warm laugh escaped him—a sound like distant thunder that somehow put the old man at ease.
"Old friend," he placed a hand on Wei Ming's shoulder, almost causing the chancellor's knees to buckle under the weight of his casual strength, "when have I ever chosen the prudent path? If I had heeded caution, I would still be a village boy gazing at the imperial city from afar, rather than its emperor."
Wei Ming sighed, knowing further argument was futile. "The spiritual resonance chambers have been prepared according to the ancient texts. Twelve chambers, each attuned to a different aspect of your spiritual signature."
"Excellent," Longxian nodded, striding toward the pagoda's entrance. "Return to the palace. What happens next is between me and the cosmos."
"And if you fail?" Wei Ming dared ask.
Longxian paused, looking back with a grin that had charmed allies and terrified enemies across half the world. "Then build me a tomb worthy of my ambition, old friend."
With that, he entered the pagoda alone, the massive doors sealing behind him with a sound like the closing of an ancient vault.
Inside, twelve arrays of intricate formation flags circled a central platform inlaid with spiritual gold and rare jade. Each array corresponded to a chamber in the imperial palace, specially constructed to house the beings he hoped to summon—if they answered his call at all.
Longxian approached the central platform, removing his imperial regalia until he stood clad only in simple black cultivation robes. From a lacquered case, he withdrew the Heaven-Cleaving Spear of Nine Calamities—his signature weapon, forged from the bones of a fallen realm. Its obsidian shaft gleamed with runes that had tasted the blood of star beasts and demon kings alike.
"The hour approaches," he murmured, feeling the cosmic energies align overhead.
Taking a deep breath, Longxian began the ritual, channeling his immense spiritual power into the formation. Golden light spiraled around him as he recited the ancient invocation, his voice resonating with authority that seemed to bend reality itself:
"By karmic thread and sovereign will,
Through void and time, my call fulfill.
Twelve souls whose hearts with mine align,
Across all realms, your paths entwine.
Not as slaves but pillars strong,
To forge an empire ages long.
By blood and spear, this pact I seal,
The Eightfold Gate shall now reveal!"
With the final word, he drove the Heaven-Cleaving Spear into the center of the platform. A single drop of his immortal blood slid down the weapon's edge, igniting into twelve flames that spiraled outward, tearing holes in the fabric of reality itself.
The pagoda shuddered as cosmic winds howled through its chambers. Longxian stood unwavering at the center, his spiritual energy creating a golden dome that contained the chaotic forces threatening to tear the structure apart.
For one terrible moment, nothing happened—only the howling void and the emperor's indomitable will keeping the cosmos at bay.
Then, the first portal stabilized, shimmering with azure light.
From it stepped a woman of small stature yet commanding presence. Her hair, finely textured blonde that appeared as if sprinkled with gold dust, was styled in a bun with a blue ribbon. Sharp, vivid green eyes surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings with calm assessment before settling on Longxian. Despite standing only 154 centimeters tall, her presence filled the chamber with unmistakable regality.
She wore shining silver and blue armor over a blue dress with white accents, perfectly balancing martial prowess with elegant nobility. At her side hung a sword—or rather, the suggestion of a sword, for it seemed wrapped in constantly swirling air that obscured its true form.
"I am Artoria Pendragon," she announced, her voice clear as a mountain spring. "Once King of Britain. I ask of you—are you my Master?"
Longxian met her gaze steadily, sensing the immense power contained within her slight frame. "I am Longxian, Emperor of the Dragon-Spire, Forger of the Immortal Path. Not your master, but perhaps your equal. The question is not whether I am worthy to command you, but whether we are worthy of each other's cause."
His response seemed to catch her off-guard, a flicker of surprise crossing her stoic features before she inclined her head slightly. "A fair assessment. I shall reserve judgment until I have seen your rule with my own eyes."
The second portal flared to life, radiating with the heat of distant desert suns. From it emerged a statuesque woman with long, flowing silver hair bearing a faint lilac tint, cascading past her waist in soft, voluminous waves. She wore a golden imperial diadem resembling sun-spiked rays, marking her as royalty in her own right.
Her sharp, commanding azure-blue eyes glowed with royal intensity as they surveyed the chamber. She stood tall and proud, her tanned, athletic figure adorned in a hybrid of divine ceremonial wear and battlefield regalia—black and gold bindings wrapped her upper body, accentuating her bust while leaving her shoulders bare. Her lower half featured layered, ruffled white fabrics adorned with golden chainwork and ethereal pink silk extensions.
"Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra, has answered your summons," she announced with imperial authority. "I trust this venture will prove more successful than my last conquest."
A third portal materialized, bringing with it a sudden chill that frosted the floor beneath it. Through this stepped a slender woman with long, flowing silver-blue hair styled in a high ponytail adorned with traditional Japanese ornaments. Her sharp, golden-yellow eyes surveyed the room with detached calculation, missing nothing.
She wore a white and black kimono-style outfit with red and gold accents, blending traditional Japanese aesthetics with divine regalia. Most striking was how she seemed to float slightly above the ground, frost crystallizing in the air around her. Though she carried no visible weapon, every warrior's instinct in Longxian recognized her as potentially the most lethal presence in the room.
She made no introduction, merely inclining her head slightly in acknowledgment of his presence.
"Lady Uesugi Kenshin, the War God of Echigo," Longxian identified her with a respectful nod. "Your silence speaks volumes of your discipline."
A fourth portal erupted with dancing flames, and from it strode a woman with flowing silver-blue hair tied with a red ribbon. Her crimson eyes burned with barely contained energy, and black oni horns protruded proudly from her head. She wore traditional Japanese warrior garb—a white and red kimono-style top over black hakama pants, complemented by red armored sleeves.
"Tomoe Gozen!" she announced herself with fierce pride, flames dancing around her fingertips. "Point me toward your enemies, Emperor, and watch them burn!"
The fifth portal glowed with pure golden light, almost painful to behold. From this emerged a woman of modest height with straw-blonde hair styled into a thick braid reaching her waist, tied with a blue ribbon. Her amethyst eyes radiated both gentle compassion and unshakable resolve. She wore silver and blue armor that combined traditional knightly design with feminine elegance, and in her hand, she carried a large flagpole bearing a holy banner.
"Jeanne d'Arc," she introduced herself with simple dignity. "I have answered your call, though I know not why the heavens have guided me here."
The sixth portal manifested as a swirling vortex of crimson and black. From it emerged a woman of elegant, mature bearing with deep crimson hair styled in an elaborate fashion. Her fiery eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve and immense power. She wore elaborate robes reminiscent of traditional Japanese court attire, predominantly crimson and black with intricate patterns and gold accents. At her side hung a katana enveloped in dark flames.
"Beni-Enma, Judge of Hell," she stated, her voice carrying the weight of countless judgments. "Your ambition has reached even the underworld, Emperor. I shall observe whether it merits my blade's service."
A seventh portal pulsed with a divine, serpentine energy. From this emerged—or rather, slithered—a towering figure over three meters tall. Her long, flowing hair with its bluish tint cascaded down her back and shoulders, framing a face of unearthly beauty. Her skin held a unique purple-grey tone, and prominent black-and-purple curled horns emerged from her head. Most striking was her lower half—not legs, but the massive coils of a serpent.
"Ibuki-Douji graces your humble ritual, Little Emperor," she announced with a languid smile that revealed slightly elongated canines. "My, what an interesting collection you've gathered. I do hope you've prepared suitable accommodations for one of my... scale."
The eighth portal sparkled with golden light tinged with blue. Through it tumbled rather than stepped a young woman with long, flowing blonde hair styled into twin tails secured with red ribbons. Her bright blue eyes widened as she nearly lost her balance, catching herself just before falling completely.
"Bradamante, reporting for duty!" she announced with enthusiastic formality, attempting to straighten her white and blue armor ensemble that resembled a decorated general's coat over a more revealing underlayer. "Knight of Charlemagne, at your service!"
The ninth portal crackled with electrical energy and spectral blue light. From it emerged a tall, statuesque woman with long, flowing silver hair bearing a subtle teal hue. Her amethyst eyes held a profound sorrow beneath their strength. She wore form-fitting silver and black armor adorned with intricate patterns, complemented by translucent, wing-like extensions on her back. In her hand, she carried a massive, ornate spear that seemed to pulse with emotional energy.
"Brynhildr," she said simply, her melodic voice carrying a hint of eternal grief. "May our fates be kinder in this summoning."
The tenth portal growled into existence, emanating primal power. Through it strode a massive woman standing 190 centimeters tall, with a robust, muscular build that exuded raw strength. Her long, flowing blonde hair framed a face bearing prominent black horns protruding from her forehead. Most striking were her heterochromatic eyes—the right lime green, the left blood red with a crimson pupil. Her silver and black armor accentuated her formidable physique.
"Barghest," she growled, her voice carrying a bestial undertone. "I smell worthy prey beyond these walls. When do we hunt?"
The eleventh portal shimmered with playful light. From it bounded a woman with silvery-white hair styled in a short bob, her most notable features being the cat-like ears atop her head and a long, fluffy white tail swishing behind her. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief and determination as she surveyed her new surroundings. She wore a white and blue military-style uniform with fur-lined accents, paired with metallic armor pieces.
"Dobrynya Nikitich, at your service!" she announced cheerfully, her tail swishing with excitement. "Though you may call me Dobrynya if that's easier. I'm quite good at slaying dragons, you know, though I hope you don't need too many slain. They can be quite friendly once you get to know them!"
The ritual was meant to summon twelve servants, yet after Dobrynya's arrival, the remaining portal flickered unstably, struggling to form completely. Longxian frowned, channeling more of his immense spiritual power into the formation.
"The final gate resists," he murmured, golden energy crackling around him as he exerted his will against cosmic forces. "Something... or someone... fights against the summoning."
With a roar of effort that shook the pagoda to its foundations, Longxian thrust his spear deeper into the platform, pouring his boundless will into completing the ritual. The final portal stabilized momentarily, revealing a shadowy silhouette that seemed to be actively resisting the call.
Then, with a sound like shattering glass, the twelfth portal collapsed entirely, sending a backlash of energy that cracked the ritual platform and forced even Longxian to one knee.
After the energies settled, eleven legendary figures stood in a circle around the emperor—the twelfth position conspicuously empty.
"Interesting," Ibuki-Douji purred, coiling her massive serpentine lower body comfortably. "It seems not all legends are eager to join your collection, Little Emperor."
Longxian rose, his expression betraying no disappointment as he surveyed the eleven beings now bound to his cause through forces even he did not fully comprehend. They were not merely servants or soldiers; they were living legends, each with their own wills, desires, and pride.
"Eleven pillars are more than sufficient to support my ambition," he stated with absolute confidence. "You have been called to the realm of Xuanyuan not as slaves, but as cornerstones upon which I shall build an eternal dynasty. Half the world acknowledges my rule, but beyond our borders, chaos reigns."
He planted his spear into the cracked stone, sending golden energy spiraling outward. "I seek not dominion for its own sake, but harmony through strength. Those who follow virtue shall find prosperity under my banner. Those who prey upon the innocent shall find only the edge of our blades."
"A noble cause," Jeanne observed cautiously, "if truly pursued with righteous intent."
"Intent matters less than outcome," Zenobia countered, her tactician's mind already assessing potential campaigns. "A peaceful land achieved through necessary conflict is preferable to endless suffering under the guise of non-intervention."
"Both have their place," Longxian acknowledged smoothly. "But first, you must understand this world and your roles within it. Tonight, you shall rest and acclimate to your new home. Tomorrow, the court will be informed of your arrival."
As if on cue, the pagoda doors opened, revealing a contingent of palace servants led by Chancellor Wei Ming, whose ancient eyes widened at the sight of eleven legendary beings standing before his emperor.
"Your Majesty," Wei Ming bowed deeply, "the Eleven Chambers have been prepared as ordered."
"Eleven?" Bradamante asked, eyes widening with excitement. "Do we each get our own?"
"Of course," Longxian replied. "Each chamber has been attuned to your essence, designed to maximize your comfort and power recovery."
As the group prepared to depart, Uesugi Kenshin finally broke her silence, her voice soft as falling snow yet somehow filling the chamber. "Emperor, there is disruption at the northeastern border. Something... dark awakens in response to this ritual."
Longxian's eyes narrowed slightly. "The ritual was shielded. No outside force should have detected it."
"And yet," Kenshin continued impassively, "I sense malice stirring. The void left by the twelfth summoning has... consequences."
"We shall address any threats as they emerge," Longxian declared confidently. "For now, rest. Tomorrow begins your introduction to Xuanyuan."
As the group descended from the pagoda, following the servants toward the palace complex below, various dynamics immediately began to emerge among the summoned legends.
Artoria walked with measured dignity, maintaining a respectful distance from the others while observing everything with tactical assessment. Zenobia fell into step beside her, recognizing a fellow ruler.
"You were a king," Zenobia noted, studying Artoria's diminutive yet regal bearing.
"I was," Artoria confirmed simply.
"As was I a queen," Zenobia continued. "Tell me, did your reign end in triumph or tragedy?"
A shadow passed across Artoria's green eyes. "Few reigns end in either absolute. Mine had elements of both."
"A diplomatic answer," Zenobia smiled slightly. "We shall have much to discuss, King of Knights."
Behind them, Tomoe Gozen was already pestering Uesugi Kenshin with enthusiastic questions about combat techniques, seemingly unperturbed by the War God's taciturn responses.
"Your aura is incredible!" Tomoe gushed, flames dancing excitedly around her horns. "We must spar at first light! I've never fought a divine incarnation before!"
Kenshin merely nodded once, neither accepting nor declining the invitation.
Jeanne walked alongside Beni-Enma, the saint and the judge finding unexpected common ground in their dedication to higher principles.
"Your blade carries the weight of many judgments," Jeanne observed softly.
"As does your banner carry the burden of many faiths," Beni-Enma replied. "We each serve justice in our own way."
Ibuki-Douji slithered alongside Emperor Longxian himself, her massive form moving with hypnotic grace. She leaned down until her face was mere inches from his, her serpentine pupils dilating slightly.
"And where is your chamber, Little Emperor?" she asked, a forked tongue briefly flickering between perfect lips. "Should any of us require... guidance during the night?"
Before Longxian could respond, Artoria glanced back, her hand resting casually on her sword hilt. "His Majesty requires rest as much as we do. Any matters can surely wait until morning."
"How boring," Ibuki-Douji sighed, but retreated nonetheless, throwing a wink over her shoulder.
Bradamante found herself walking beside Brynhildr, the enthusiastic knight attempting to engage the melancholic Valkyrie in conversation.
"Your spear is magnificent!" she exclaimed. "Is it divine-forged? It has an incredible aura!"
"It is forged from emotion," Brynhildr replied cryptically. "From love turned to tragedy."
"Oh," Bradamante's excitement dimmed briefly before bouncing back. "Well, I'm sure we'll create happier stories in this world!"
Barghest stalked along the perimeter of the group, her predatory instincts keeping her aware of potential threats. Dobrynya bounded up beside her, seemingly unintimidated by the much larger woman's ferocious appearance.
"You have a wonderful bestial aura!" Dobrynya said cheerfully, her tail swishing. "Are you a divine beast or a warrior? Or both perhaps? I love meeting fellow beast-warriors!"
Barghest regarded the cat-eared woman with surprise, unused to such friendly approaches. "I am... both," she admitted gruffly. "The Black Hound of Camelot."
"Wonderful!" Dobrynya clapped her hands. "I'm part dragon myself, on my mother's side. We'll get along famously!"
As the palace came into view—a sprawling complex of jade pavilions, golden spires, and ancient trees that seemed to touch the very stars—even these legendary beings found themselves momentarily speechless at its grandeur.
"The Dragon-Spire Palace," Longxian announced with understated pride. "Your home for as long as you serve the empire."
"Impressive," Zenobia acknowledged, her royal standards exceptionally high. "Though I note defensive vulnerabilities in the eastern quadrant."
"Tactical insights already?" Longxian raised an eyebrow, amused. "Perhaps you'd care to discuss improvements with my generals tomorrow."
"I would welcome the opportunity," she replied with the confidence of a woman who had once challenged Rome itself.
As they entered the palace proper, servants guided each summoned legend toward their individual chambers, each designed specifically to resonate with their essence and origin. Before departing, Longxian addressed them one final time.
"Rest well, Pillars of Heaven. Tomorrow, you meet the empire." With that, he turned and strode down a separate corridor, his imposing figure soon disappearing into the depths of the palace.
Left alone with her attendants, Artoria was led to a chamber that, upon entering, caused her to pause in genuine surprise. The room was a perfect recreation of her private quarters in Camelot—from the stone architecture to the round table centerpiece, to the view of mist-covered mountains through the window. Even the scent in the air carried the distinct tang of Britannia's forests after rainfall.
"How is this possible?" she whispered, momentarily forgetting her regal composure.
"His Majesty spent months researching each potential summon," explained the servant. "This chamber exists in multiple states simultaneously, shifting to match the ideal resting environment of its occupant. We call it the Realm of Resonant Memory."
Across the palace, each of the eleven found similar surprises awaiting them—chambers that reflected not just their preferences, but the homes they had left behind across time and space.
Zenobia entered a desert pavilion with open terraces overlooking sandstone cities, the dry heat and spice-tinged air instantly transporting her to Palmyra's glory days.
Uesugi Kenshin's chamber manifested as a perfect Zen temple perched on a snowy mountainside, frost patterns forming naturally on sliding paper doors and tatami mats.
Tomoe Gozen found herself in a traditional Japanese war room, complete with armor stands, weapon racks, and a garden courtyard perfect for morning training.
Jeanne's room took the form of a humble yet beautiful chapel, with stained glass windows that caught the moonlight and transformed it into patterns of colored light across stone floors.
Beni-Enma's chamber manifested as a judicial hall from the underworld, with spectral flames providing illumination and ceremonial judgment scrolls lining the walls.
Bradamante discovered a knightly chamber combining Frankish luxury with martial functionality—a four-poster bed alongside weapon stands and tactical maps.
Brynhildr's room became a Valhallan mead hall opened to the night sky, where spectral warriors feasted eternally in silence, acknowledging her presence with solemn nods.
Barghest's chamber transformed into a primal hunting lodge with a massive hearth, adorned with trophies and furs, the scent of forest and prey heavy in the air.
Dobrynya found herself in a cozy chamber combining Slavic warrior traditions with comfortable feline touches—cushioned perches near windows and soft furs perfect for napping between battles.
But it was Ibuki-Douji's chamber that proved most spectacular—the room expanding to accommodate her massive form, becoming a mystical Japanese mountain shrine complete with a sacred hot spring large enough for her serpentine lower body to comfortably submerge.
"How thoughtful," she murmured, running a clawed finger along the ornate wall carvings depicting her legend. "Our Little Emperor has done his research. Perhaps this arrangement won't be so tedious after all."
As midnight deepened across the Dragon-Spire Empire, eleven legends from across time and space settled into their new home—some with enthusiasm, others with caution, all wondering what role they would play in Emperor Longxian's grand ambition.
And far to the northeast, beyond the empire's borders, something ancient and malevolent stirred in response to the ritual's completion... and its partial failure. The void left by the unanswered twelfth summons had created a rift—small but significant—through which darker forces now gazed upon the Dragon-Spire with renewed interest.
The game had begun.
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## Chapter 2: First Light in a Strange Land
Dawn broke over the Dragon-Spire Palace with gentle persistence, golden light spilling across jade rooftops and ancient gardens. For the eleven newly summoned legends, this first morning in Xuanyuan brought various responses to their strange new reality.
Artoria Pendragon rose precisely at first light, a habit ingrained through years of kingship. She performed a series of precise sword exercises in her chamber, Excalibur's invisible blade cutting through the morning air with perfect control. Her movements were economical, disciplined—each stroke a testament to her unmatched mastery.
As she completed her routine, she noticed a folded letter that had been slipped beneath her door. Opening it revealed an elegant invitation:
*"The Emperor requests your presence for private morning tea in the Eastern Pavilion. At your convenience. -L"*
Artoria considered the invitation carefully. In her experience, rulers rarely made casual requests. Every interaction carried political weight, especially in these early moments when dynamics were still forming. After a moment's deliberation, she decided to accept. Understanding her summoner's character would be crucial to assessing his worthiness of her service.
She selected a more formal version of her attire—still armored, as she would never allow herself to be completely undefended in an unfamiliar realm, but with certain ceremonial elements that acknowledged the peaceful nature of the meeting.
Following the directions provided by an attendant, she soon found herself approaching an open-air pavilion nestled within a secluded garden. The structure was elegant in its simplicity—twelve pillars of white jade supporting a roof of blue ceramic tiles, with no walls to obstruct the panoramic view of the imperial gardens.
To her mild surprise, Emperor Longxian was already present, not seated on an elevated throne but rather kneeling at a simple tea table. He had exchanged his imposing imperial regalia for a more casual black and gold scholar's robe, though the Heaven-Cleaving Spear rested within arm's reach against a nearby pillar.
He looked up as she approached, those unsettling golden-crimson eyes carrying an intensity that seemed almost physical. Yet his expression was open, even welcoming.
"King of Knights," he greeted her, gesturing to the cushion opposite him. "Thank you for accepting my invitation."
"Your Majesty," she replied with measured formality, kneeling with practiced grace. "I was intrigued by the invitation."
"I thought it wise to speak with each of you individually," Longxian explained, personally pouring tea into a delicate jade cup. "Governing eleven legendary spirits will require understanding eleven unique perspectives."
"A wise approach," Artoria acknowledged, accepting the tea with a slight nod. "Though I'm curious why you chose to begin with me."
Longxian smiled slightly. "Perhaps because we share the most common ground. We have both borne the weight of a crown, made the difficult decisions required of true leadership."
"You consider yourself a true leader, then?" Artoria asked, testing his reaction to subtle challenge.
Rather than take offense, Longxian laughed—a warm, genuine sound that seemed at odds with his intimidating presence. "I consider myself a work in progress, as any honest ruler must. My empire expands, prosperity increases, but the true measure of leadership is sustainability. Will what I build endure beyond my lifetime? That remains to be seen."
Artoria found herself moderately impressed by his self-awareness. "A refreshingly humble assessment from one whose titles include 'The Boundless.'"
"Titles are for intimidating enemies and impressing subjects," he replied with a dismissive wave. "Between equals, they mean little."
"You consider us equals?" Artoria raised an eyebrow, sipping her tea—which was, she had to admit, exceptional.
"In different ways, yes," Longxian met her gaze directly. "Your legend may exceed mine in longevity and reach, but in this realm, my authority is supreme. Yet authority and power are not the same as wisdom or experience. In those regards, I suspect I have much to learn from you, King of Britain."
Artoria studied him carefully, trying to detect any manipulation or flattery in his words. She found none—only directness and what appeared to be genuine interest.
"What exactly do you hope to gain from my service?" she asked finally.
"Beyond the obvious military advantage?" Longxian considered the question seriously. "Perspective. You ruled a kingdom that ultimately fell, yet your legend endures as a paragon of righteous kingship. There is profound wisdom in that paradox—success in apparent failure."
The observation struck uncomfortably close to Artoria's own complex feelings about her reign. Before she could respond, another figure appeared at the pavilion's entrance.
"My, my, having private audiences already?" Ibuki-Douji slithered into view, her massive serpentine form moving with hypnotic grace despite its size. "And here I thought we would all be treated equally, Little Emperor."
Longxian's expression remained unperturbed. "Lady Ibuki, your invitation was for mid-morning. You're several hours early."
"Am I?" she feigned surprise, coiling her lower body comfortably around one of the pavilion's pillars. "Time moves differently for one who has lived millennia. Besides, I found myself curious about your...preferences in company."
Artoria rose smoothly to her feet. "I was just leaving. Thank you for the tea, Your Majesty. We will continue our discussion another time."
"Actually," Longxian interjected, "I had hoped to discuss your potential role as Grand Marshal of the Eastern Army. If you would indulge me a while longer?"
Before Artoria could respond, a tremendous crash echoed from elsewhere in the palace complex, followed by what sounded distinctly like gleeful laughter mixed with alarmed shouts.
Longxian sighed, setting down his teacup. "It seems some of your fellow Pillars have discovered the training grounds."
"Ah," Ibuki-Douji smiled mischievously, "that would be Tomoe. She was practically vibrating with battle-lust at dawn. I suggested she might find worthy opponents among your imperial guards."
"You did what?" Longxian stood quickly.
Another crash, louder than the first, answered his question. Without another word, all three rushed toward the commotion, though at varying speeds—Artoria with efficient purpose, Longxian with resigned authority, and Ibuki-Douji with slithering amusement.
They arrived at the imperial training grounds to find a scene of magnificent chaos.
Tomoe Gozen stood at the center of the massive courtyard, surrounded by no fewer than twenty elite imperial guards—or rather, what remained of them. Half were already sprawled across the ground in various states of defeat, while the others circled warily, their formation tight but their expressions betraying clear alarm.
"COME ON!" Tomoe shouted gleefully, flames dancing around her horns and arms as she beckoned the remaining guards forward. "Surely the Emperor's elite can provide more challenge than this! I've barely warmed up!"
"Lady Tomoe," Longxian called out, his voice carrying effortlessly across the courtyard. "I see you've introduced yourself to my Royal Guard."
Tomoe turned, her face lighting up with fierce excitement. "Emperor! Your warriors have spirit but lack proper challenge. Perhaps you would honor me with a match instead?"
The remaining guards looked both relieved and concerned at this suggestion, slowly backing away from the flame-wreathed warrior woman.
Before Longxian could respond, another voice cut through the tension.
"If it's a challenge you seek," Artoria stepped forward, her hand resting on Excalibur's hilt, "perhaps I can oblige. It would be useful to assess each other's capabilities."
Tomoe's crimson eyes widened with delight. "The King of Knights herself! This is more than I dared hope for on my first morning!"
"Before you reduce my palace to rubble," Longxian interjected, "perhaps we should relocate to the Divine Trials Arena. It's designed to withstand... enthusiastic exchanges."
"A wise suggestion," came a new voice as Zenobia approached, already dressed in her battle regalia despite the early hour. "I would observe this match as well. Assessing our collective combat capabilities will be essential for future campaigns."
Word spread quickly throughout the palace. By the time they reached the Divine Trials Arena—a massive circular structure built into the mountainside behind the palace—most of the other summoned legends had gathered to watch, along with various court officials and curious servants.
The arena itself was impressive—a perfectly circular space three hundred meters in diameter, surrounded by tiered seating carved directly into the mountain rock. The floor was ## Chapter 2: First Light in a Strange Land (Continued)
The arena floor was made of special spirit-infused stone that could absorb massive amounts of spiritual energy without shattering. Intricate formation arrays were carved into the surface, glowing faintly with protective enchantments.
Longxian took a seat in what was clearly the emperor's viewing box, casually resting the Heaven-Cleaving Spear across his lap. Zenobia unhesitatingly sat beside him, her tactical mind already analyzing the upcoming battle.
"Your Tomoe is fire-aligned with oni heritage," she observed clinically. "While Artoria appears to wield wind and holy energies. An interesting matchup."
"They are not 'my' anything just yet," Longxian replied with amusement. "They serve by choice, not by ownership."
"A progressive viewpoint for an emperor," Zenobia noted, her azure eyes studying him with new interest. "In my time, even benevolent rulers considered their subordinates as possessions."
"And how did that perspective serve your rule, Queen of Palmyra?" he asked, turning those golden-crimson eyes upon her.
A shadow passed across Zenobia's face. "It ended with my defeat and Rome's triumph."
"Then perhaps new methods are worth consideration," Longxian said simply, returning his attention to the arena as Artoria and Tomoe took their positions.
The two warriors stood twenty paces apart, each assessing the other with professional respect. Despite her earlier exuberance, Tomoe had grown serious, recognizing the caliber of her opponent. Artoria, for her part, maintained her usual composed demeanor, though there was a glint of anticipation in her green eyes.
"I have never crossed blades with a Japanese hero," Artoria stated, drawing Excalibur, the blade still shrouded in Invisible Air. "I look forward to experiencing your technique."
"And I've never fought a Western king," Tomoe grinned, flames beginning to dance along her blade. "Show me the power that forged your legend!"
From the sidelines, Bradamante watched with wide-eyed excitement. "This is going to be amazing!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet. "Two legendary heroes from different worlds!"
Beside her, Brynhildr observed more solemnly. "Their spirits resonate with battle-joy. It has been long since either fought an equal."
The match began without formal announcement—one moment they were still, the next they moved with supernatural speed, blades clashing at the arena's center with an impact that sent shockwaves rippling through the spectator seats. Artoria's invisible blade met Tomoe's flame-wreathed katana, sending sparks and gusts of wind spiraling outward.
They separated and clashed again, moving almost too quickly for ordinary eyes to follow. Tomoe's style was aggressive and fluid, her oni heritage granting her inhuman strength and agility. Flames trailed from her weapons and occasionally erupted from her strikes, creating beautiful but deadly patterns across the arena floor.
Artoria fought with perfect economy of movement, each action precisely calculated. Her invisible sword made defense challenging for Tomoe, who could only anticipate strikes by reading Artoria's body language. Despite the handicap, the Japanese warrior adapted quickly, her battle instincts razor-sharp.
"They're holding back," Uesugi Kenshin observed quietly from where she stood, slightly apart from the others. It was the longest sentence she had spoken since her summoning.
"Of course they are," Ibuki-Douji replied, her massive serpentine form coiled comfortably around a pillar above the regular seating. "Unleashing their true noble phantasms would level this mountain. Still, it's an entertaining diversion."
The battle continued to escalate, both warriors testing each other's limits. Tomoe began incorporating more of her flame abilities, sending torrents of fire across the arena that Artoria dispersed with precisely controlled bursts of wind from her sword.
"Magnificent," Longxian murmured, his eyes tracking every movement. "Their legends do them justice."
Zenobia glanced at him, noting the gleam of appreciation in his eyes. "You enjoy watching powerful women," she observed, neither accusation nor approval in her tone.
"I appreciate excellence in all its forms," he replied without taking his eyes from the battle. "Gender is irrelevant beside skill."
The fight reached its climax when Tomoe, grinning fiercely, unleashed a particularly powerful flame technique that momentarily engulfed the entire arena in crimson fire. Through this inferno, Artoria charged, her invisible blade parting the flames like water. She closed the distance with blinding speed, bringing her sword to rest just short of Tomoe's throat while simultaneously sidestepping Tomoe's blade, which stopped a hair's breadth from her ribs.
A perfect stalemate.
For a moment, both warriors held their positions, eyes locked in mutual assessment. Then, surprisingly, Tomoe burst into delighted laughter.
"MAGNIFICENT!" she declared, lowering her weapon and bowing deeply to Artoria. "Truly, you deserve your legend, King of Knights!"
Artoria allowed herself a small smile, returning the bow with equal respect. "As do you, Lady Tomoe. Your flame techniques would challenge even the greatest knights of my round table."
A spontaneous round of applause erupted from the gathered spectators, many of whom had never witnessed combat at such a transcendent level. Several of the imperial generals were frantically taking notes, while court officials whispered among themselves with mixed awe and concern.
As the two warriors exited the arena, other Pillars approached them with various reactions.
"That was AMAZING!" Bradamante gushed, eyes shining with admiration. "The way you both moved was like poetry! I have so much to learn from both of you!"
"Your control is admirable," Brynhildr told Artoria quietly. "Few can contain such power without succumbing to its lure."
"I want next match!" Barghest growled enthusiastically, her bestial nature clearly excited by the display of combat prowess. "Who will challenge me?"
Before the situation could evolve into an impromptu tournament, Longxian rose from his seat, his imposing presence immediately drawing all eyes.
"Impressive as this display has been, we have matters of state to attend to," he announced. "The Imperial Court assembles in one hour to formally recognize your positions within the empire. I suggest you all prepare accordingly."
With that announcement, the gathering began to disperse. As they walked back toward the palace proper, Jeanne d'Arc fell into step beside Longxian, her divine banner carried loosely in one hand.
"Your Majesty," she began hesitantly, "I've been contemplating my purpose here. While others have clear martial roles, my calling has always been more... spiritual in nature."
"Indeed," Longxian nodded. "Which is precisely why I envision you overseeing matters of justice and spiritual guidance within the empire. My people need more than military protection—they need moral leadership as well."
Jeanne's amethyst eyes widened slightly. "You would entrust matters of faith to me? Even knowing my Christian background in a realm with different spiritual traditions?"
"Truth transcends specific doctrines," Longxian replied simply. "Your essence is justice and compassion—those qualities are universal. Besides," his lips quirked in a slight smile, "I suspect the heavens of Xuanyuan have already begun adjusting your spiritual attunement to our realm's cosmic principles."
Jeanne had indeed noticed subtle changes in her connection to the divine since her arrival—not a weakening, but a transformation, as if her soul was learning a new language to communicate with the sacred.
"You are more perceptive than you first appear, Emperor," she admitted.
"A useful quality in a ruler," he replied, just as they reached a junction in the palace corridors. "Now, I must briefly attend to state matters before court. The royal tailors await in the eastern wing if any of you wish to adapt your attire for the formal presentation."
As he turned to leave, he nearly collided with Dobrynya, who had bounded around the corner at full speed, her cat-like reflexes the only thing preventing a full impact. Instead, she found herself practically in the emperor's arms, her face mere inches from his.
"Oh!" her cat ears perked up in surprise, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Your Majesty! I was just... that is... the kitchens here are amazing and I was exploring and might have borrowed a few fish and—"
Longxian chuckled, steadying her before gently setting her back on her feet. "The imperial kitchens are at your disposal, Lady Dobrynya. You need not 'borrow' anything."
"Really?" her tail swished happily behind her. "You're much nicer than my last master! He used to get so angry when I took food without asking."
"Food is meant to be enjoyed," Longxian replied. "Though perhaps inform the kitchen staff of your preferences so they can prepare accordingly."
From further down the corridor, Ibuki-Douji observed this interaction with amused interest, her serpentine eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "How accommodating our Little Emperor is," she murmured to herself. "I wonder just how far that accommodation extends..."
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The Grand Hall of Celestial Harmony hummed with barely contained excitement as noon approached. Nobles, ministers, and representatives from various sects throughout the empire crowded the massive chamber, their whispered conversations creating a sound like rushing water against stone.
Rumors of the emperor's midnight ritual had spread through the capital like wildfire, growing more outlandish with each retelling. Some claimed he had enslaved demon kings. Others insisted he had forged living weapons from the bones of fallen gods. None suspected the truth—that he had summoned eleven women from across time and space, bound to his cause through mysterious cosmic resonance.
Behind the massive celestial bronze doors leading to the emperor's preparation chamber, the eleven Pillars waited for their formal introduction. Each had chosen to adapt their appearance slightly for this significant occasion, balancing their original essence with acknowledgment of their new roles.
Artoria had polished her silver and blue armor to mirror brightness, the regal dignity of her bearing making her small stature irrelevant. Zenobia wore her full queenly regalia, her silver-lilac hair arranged in an elaborate style crowned with her golden diadem. Uesugi Kenshin had made no visible changes to her appearance, though the frost crystals around her seemed more controlled, no longer forming on nearby surfaces.
Tomoe had reluctantly traded her battle-worn equipment for ceremonial armor, though she flatly refused to cover her oni horns or suppress the occasional flames that danced around her wrists when her attention wandered. Jeanne carried her banner with solemn dignity, the holy cloth somehow seeming to catch light that wasn't there.
Beni-Enma stood slightly apart, her crimson judicial robes immaculate, her fiery eyes constantly assessing the others as if weighing their souls. Bradamante had spent the morning nervously adjusting her armor, polishing every surface until she could see her reflection, and was now fidgeting with her blonde twin-tails.
Brynhildr's spear hummed with barely contained electrical energy, though her face remained a mask of serene detachment. Barghest had struggled with the concept of court attire, eventually compromising with ceremonial armor that still managed to look intimidating rather than decorative.
Dobrynya's tail swished excitedly behind her as she bounced on her heels, clearly finding it difficult to maintain the solemnity of the occasion. And Ibuki-Douji, predictably, had made no concessions whatsoever to court propriety, her serpentine lower half and barely-covered upper body sure to cause a sensation among the conservative nobility.
"Remember," Chancellor Wei Ming instructed as he reviewed final preparations, "when His Majesty announces each of your names and titles, you will step forward, bow according to your station, and take your position on the dais. Try to avoid any... supernatural demonstrations," he added with a nervous glance at Tomoe's flickering flames and Brynhildr's lightning-kissed spear.
The ancient chancellor had spent the morning frantically briefing court officials, attempting to prepare them for the unprecedented situation. Tradition dictated that only those of noble Xuanyuan lineage could hold high positions in the imperial hierarchy. Longxian was about to shatter centuries of precedent in a single ceremony.
"Such nervous little bureaucrats in this realm," Ibuki-Douji commented lazily, coiling and uncoiling her massive tail. "In my day, courtiers were made of sterner stuff."
"They merely respect tradition," Jeanne offered diplomatically. "As strangers to this land, we should acknowledge their customs."
"Customs are for those who lack the power to ignore them," Ibuki-Douji replied with a fanged smile.
Before the conversation could continue, a gong sounded three times, its resonance carrying supernatural clarity. Chancellor Wei Ming straightened his ancient frame as best he could.
"His Imperial Majesty approaches!" he announced, before hurrying through a side door to take his position in the main hall.
The massive doors swung open without any visible force, revealing Emperor Longxian in his full imperial regalia. His golden armor was inscribed with runic characters, each containing enough power to level mountains. The Heaven-Cleaving Spear rested casually across his shoulders, its blade drinking in the light rather than reflecting it.
He paused momentarily, surveying his eleven summoned legends with those unsettling golden-crimson eyes.
"Impressive," he noted with approval. "Though I suspect most of you find these formalities tedious, they serve a purpose. My court needs to understand, in no uncertain terms, that the empire's hierarchy has fundamentally changed."
"Will there be resistance?" Zenobia asked, her tactician's mind already plotting contingencies.
"Undoubtedly," Longxian smiled slightly. "Change rarely comes without friction. But they will adapt—or be replaced."
With that ominous statement hanging in the air, he turned and strode toward the main hall, gesturing for them to follow in the predetermined order.
"His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Longxian the Boundless, Son of Heaven, Conqueror of the Eight Directions, approaches!" Chancellor Wei Ming's voice echoed through the hall as the imperial procession began.
Longxian entered first, his powerful presence immediately commanding the room. The assembled court dropped to their knees in practiced unison, heads bowed in deference to their sovereign. He ascended the Dragon Throne with casual grace, the Heaven-Cleaving Spear resting across his lap as he surveyed his subjects.
"Rise," he commanded simply, his voice carrying to every corner without effort.
As the courtiers returned to their feet, he continued, "Last night, I performed the Summoning Rite of the Eightfold Gate—a ritual not attempted since the Age of Mythic Sovereigns. Through this rite, I have called forth eleven legendary heroes from across time and space to serve as the Pillars of Heaven, supporting our empire's destined expansion."
A murmur rippled through the assembled nobles and officials. Summoning rituals were not unknown in Xuanyuan, but most called forth minor spirits or beasts. Nothing of this magnitude had been attempted in living memory.
"I present to you the Eleven Pillars of Heaven," Longxian declared, gesturing toward the entrance. "Each shall hold authority second only to my own in their designated spheres."
"Grand Marshal of the Eastern Armies and First Pillar of Heaven: Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights!"
Artoria entered with measured dignity, her small frame somehow filling the massive hall with her presence. She walked the length of the central aisle, aware of the hundreds of eyes tracking her every movement. Upon reaching the throne, she knelt gracefully, one arm across her chest in salute.
"I accept this charge, Your Majesty, and pledge my sword to the empire's defense," she stated clearly, her voice carrying despite its softness.
"Rise, Grand Marshal," Longxian commanded. "Take your place at the right hand of the Dragon Throne."
As Artoria took her designated position, the court's reaction was mixed—confusion at her foreign appearance and diminutive stature, but respect for her unmistakable martial bearing.
"Supreme Commander of Imperial Campaigns and Second Pillar of Heaven: Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra!"
Zenobia entered next, her royal bearing unmistakable as she processed down the aisle with perfect poise. Unlike Artoria, she did not kneel but rather inclined her head in the manner of one sovereign acknowledging another—a subtle distinction that did not go unnoticed by the court scholars.
"I shall bring the wisdom of countless campaigns to your empire's expansion," she declared confidently.
"Imperial Mistress of War and Third Pillar of Heaven: Uesugi Kenshin, the War God of Echigo!"
Kenshin floated rather than walked into the hall, frost crystalizing in the air around her. The temperature noticeably dropped as she passed, causing several courtiers to shiver involuntarily. She made no speech, merely inclining her head slightly before taking her position.
One by one, Longxian introduced each Pillar with their new imperial titles:
Tomoe Gozen became Commander of the Crimson Flash Cavalry, tasked with rapid response to border threats.
Jeanne d'Arc was named Divine Arbiter of Imperial Justice, responsible for legal and spiritual matters throughout the realm.
Beni-Enma received the ominous title of Imperial Executioner, charged with delivering final justice to the empire's worst offenders.
Bradamante was appointed Protector of the Realm's Innocents, specifically tasked with defending common citizens from supernatural threats.
Brynhildr became Guardian of Imperial Succession, a position focused on protecting the imperial bloodline and sacred relics.
Barghest was named Beast Commander of the Wild Territories, given authority over the empire's untamed regions and the creatures dwelling within them.
Dobrynya received the title of Sky-Bound Vanguard, leading the empire's aerial forces and reconnaissance units.
Finally, Ibuki-Douji slithered into the hall, her massive serpentine form causing several nobles to blanch visibly. Longxian named her Imperial Alchemist and Keeper of Sacred Mysteries, a position granting her control over the empire's most esoteric research.
As the eleven took their positions around the Dragon Throne, Chancellor Wei Ming stepped forward, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.
"Your Majesty, while we celebrate these... distinguished additions to the imperial hierarchy, perhaps we might discuss the implementation of such unprecedented changes? The ancient codes of governmental structure clearly state—"
"The ancient codes were written by lesser men in lesser times," Longxian interrupted smoothly but firmly. "They served their purpose, but we now stand at the threshold of a new era."
He rose from the throne, the simple action somehow commanding complete silence throughout the hall.
"For too long, the lands beyond our borders have festered with corruption and chaos. Demon sects prey upon the innocent. Beast tribes raid peaceful villages. Rogue immortals build cults of personality, enslaving minds and devouring spirits for their own advancement."
His voice hardened, echoing with the authority that had cowed demon kings. "This ends now. With the Eleven Pillars at our side, we shall extend the Dragon-Spire's protection to all of Xuanyuan. Those who embrace virtue shall find prosperity under our banner. Those who persist in evil shall find only oblivion."
As if on cue, the massive crystal map at the center of the hall illuminated, displaying the known world of Xuanyuan. The eastern half—the current Dragon-Spire Empire—glowed with steady golden light. The western territories pulsed with ominous red, marking regions still ruled by chaotic forces.
"Within one year," Longxian declared, "all of Xuanyuan shall shine with the Dragon's light."
The court erupted in astonished whispers. One year to conquer territories that had resisted for centuries? It seemed impossible, even with these legendary reinforcements.
Minister of Rites Fang Shu, a sour-faced man known for his conservative views, stepped forward with a deep bow. "Forgive this humble servant's impertinence, Your Majesty, but can we be certain of their... loyalty? Such powerful beings might have their own agendas."
Before Longxian could respond, Artoria stepped forward, her hand resting lightly on Excalibur's hilt. "I was once a king myself, Lord Minister. I understand the burden of rule and the importance of proper counsel. But question my honor again, and you shall find that my sword answers more readily than my tongue."
A tense silence fell over the court. Challenging a minister in open court was a shocking breach of protocol, yet no one dared rebuke the silver-armored woman whose mere presence seemed to command the room.
To everyone's surprise, Longxian laughed—a warm, genuine sound rarely heard within these halls. "Well said, Lady Artoria. Though perhaps with more edge than necessary." He turned to the startled minister. "Your caution is noted, Lord Fang, but unnecessary. The ritual that brought them here ensures their goals align with the empire's prosperity."
The ceremony continued with various officials presenting reports that were now largely irrelevant given the complete restructuring of the imperial hierarchy. Throughout it all, the Eleven Pillars observed the court dynamics with varying degrees of interest and disdain.
As the formal proceedings neared their conclusion, the massive doors to the hall burst open once more. A blood-spattered scout staggered in, dropping to his knees before the throne.
"Your Majesty! The Black Lotus Sect has launched a massive assault on the northeastern border! Thousands of corpse cultivators and blood demons have overwhelmed the Amber Gate Pass!"
Longxian's expression darkened. "How many defenders remain?"
"None, Your Majesty. The entire Fifth Banner Army has fallen. General Zhao's head was sent back impaled on his own standard."
A shocked silence fell over the court. The Fifth Banner was one of the empire's elite forces, ten thousand strong and led by a ninth-realm cultivator. For them to fall so completely...
"The Black Lotus leader sends a message," the scout continued, his voice trembling. "He says this is but a taste of what awaits when the 'Corpse Emperor' rises in the west. He... he claims this attack was merely to get your attention."
"Well," Tomoe Gozen grinned fiercely, flames igniting around her fists, "he certainly has it now."
Longxian turned to his eleven servants, his golden eyes burning with cold fire. "It seems your first test arrives sooner than anticipated. The Black Lotus Sect has been a thorn in our side for generations, hiding in the shadows, striking and retreating before we can mount an effective response."
"Not this time," Artoria stated firmly. "This time, they face the Pillars of Heaven."
"Indeed." Longxian nodded. "Lady Tomoe, Lady Barghest, Lady Bradamante—you shall accompany me to the northeastern border immediately. We will show the Black Lotus the consequence of their arrogance."
Barghest let out a rumbling growl of approval, while Bradamante straightened with determined pride at being chosen for the first mission. Tomoe simply cracked her knuckles, flames dancing between her fingers.
"The rest of you will secure the capital and prepare for your assigned roles," Longxian continued. "Lady Artoria, the empire is yours to govern in my absence."
The former king bowed slightly, accepting the immense responsibility without hesitation. "It shall be protected as if it were Camelot itself."
As the chosen three departed to prepare for immediate battle, Ibuki-Douji slithered closer to Artoria, a mischievous smile playing across her lips.
"My, my," she purred, "left in charge after just one day. One might think our Little Emperor has a particular fondness for you, King of Knights."
Artoria's expression remained impassive. "His Majesty makes decisions based on strategic necessity, not fondness."
"If you say so," Ibuki-Douji chuckled. "Though I cannot help but notice he selected the most... enthusiastic warriors for his personal company. Perhaps he prefers women with more obvious passion?"
"Or perhaps," Zenobia interjected smoothly, "he selected those whose combat styles best counter necromantic cultivation. Lady Tomoe's flames purify corruption, Lady Barghest's divine beast essence disrupts death qi, and Lady Bradamante's holy shield can protect against soul-shattering attacks."
Ibuki-Douji's smile only widened. "Listen to us, analyzing our master's intentions like lovesick courtiers. How absolutely delicious."
"You speak nonsense," Artoria replied coldly, turning away.
"Do I?" the serpent empress called after her. "Then why does your heart beat faster when he speaks your name, King of Knights? Even with my chambers across the palace, I can hear its betraying rhythm."
Artoria paused momentarily but continued walking without response, her back rigid and her hand clenched perhaps a bit too tightly around Excalibur's hilt.
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## Chapter 3: Blood in the Northeast
The imperial war chariot soared through the afternoon sky, pulled by four celestial dragons whose scales shimmered with golden light. Inside the spacious conveyance, Emperor Longxian sat cross-legged on a cushioned dais, consulting a tactical map that hovered in the air before him—a three-dimensional projection of the northeastern borderlands crafted from pure spiritual energy.
Across from him, Tomoe Gozen inspected her weapons with fierce anticipation, occasionally testing an edge against her thumb. Barghest paced the limited space like a caged predator, her massive form seeming barely contained by the chariot's enchanted boundaries. And Bradamante knelt near the window, alternating between nervous glances at the rapidly passing landscape below and furtive looks at the emperor himself.
"We'll reach the Amber Gate Pass by nightfall," Longxian informed them, dismissing the tactical map with a gesture. "The Black Lotus will have consolidated their position by then, expecting a conventional counter-attack."
"And instead, they get us," Tomoe grinned savagely, flames dancing along her horns. "I'm looking forward to testing my flames against these corpse cultivators."
"This is my first real mission," Bradamante admitted, fidgeting with her shield's strap. "I won't let you down, Your Majesty."
"I'm hungry," Barghest growled, her heterochromatic eyes glinting with predatory anticipation. "I hope these Black Lotus cultivators prove filling."
Longxian leaned back, studying the three women he'd selected for this mission. Each brought unique capabilities perfectly suited to combating the necromantic arts of the Black Lotus Sect. But more importantly, each possessed an unquenchable fighting spirit that would be crucial for what he had planned.
"The conventional approach would be to amass our forces and launch a coordinated assault to reclaim the pass," he explained. "That's precisely what they're expecting."
"But we're not doing the conventional approach," Tomoe surmised with growing excitement.
"No," Longxian's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "The four of us will bypass their defensive line entirely and strike directly at their command center. No army, no reinforcements—just the swiftest, most devastating blow possible."
"Just... the four of us?" Bradamante squeaked, her earlier confidence wavering. "Against thousands?"
Tomoe slapped her on the back hard enough to make her stumble forward. "That's what makes it fun, little knight! Where's your warrior spirit?"
"I think I left it back at the palace," Bradamante muttered, though she straightened her shoulders resolutely.
"Your shield will be crucial to our success," Longxian told her directly. "The Black Lotus specializes in soul-corroding attacks that even my cultivation can't completely negate. Your holy protection will allow us to penetrate deeper into their territory than would otherwise be possible."
This vote of confidence seemed to strengthen Bradamante's resolve. "I won't fail you, Your Majesty. My shield has turned back demons and dragons alike."
"Good," Longxian nodded approvingly. "Because the Black Lotus commands both."
As the journey continued, Longxian outlined his strategy in greater detail. The Black Lotus Sect was one of the oldest and most feared demonic cults in Xuanyuan, specializing in corpse manipulation, blood arts, and soul corruption. Their leader, known only as the Withered Hand, was rumored to be an immortal cultivator from the Age of Chaotic Stars who had cheated death through increasingly grotesque methods.
"Their weakness lies in their centralized command structure," Longxian explained. "The corpse armies require constant spiritual direction from their controllers. Kill the puppeteers, and the puppets collapse."
"A sound strategy," Barghest acknowledged, showing unexpected tactical acumen beneath her bestial exterior. "Cut off the head, and the body dies."
"Exactly," Longxian confirmed. "Our objective is the Withered Hand himself. With him eliminated, the entire Black Lotus operation will crumble."
As evening approached, the chariot began its descent toward a mountain range north of the invaded territory. Rather than approach the Amber Gate Pass directly, Longxian had chosen to land at a secluded location several miles from the main conflict.
"We'll proceed on foot from here," he announced as the celestial dragons touched down in a clearing. "Stealth will serve us better than speed initially."
As they disembarked, Bradamante stumbled slightly on the uneven ground, accidentally colliding with Longxian. He caught her reflexively, one arm around her waist to steady her. The unexpected proximity caused her face to flush bright red.
"S-sorry, Your Majesty!" she stammered, hyperaware of how easily his arm had supported her weight, and how close her face was to his chest.
"Mind your footing, Lady Bradamante," he replied with good-natured amusement, setting her upright before turning to survey their surroundings.
Tomoe noticed the exchange and grinned knowingly at Bradamante, who somehow blushed even deeper and busied herself with adjusting her shield straps.
Their path took them through dense forest and treacherous mountain paths, following routes that even the empire's best scouts rarely traversed. As darkness fell completely, they gained their first view of the Amber Gate Pass—once a proud imperial fortress, now a nightmarish spectacle of desecration.
Thousands of corpse soldiers stood in perfect, unnatural formation throughout the valley. Necromantic fires burned with sickly green light atop the fortress walls. Demonic beasts prowled the perimeter—corrupt versions of once-noble creatures, their bodies twisted by dark arts into mockeries of their former selves.
"Delightful," Barghest growled sarcastically, her nose wrinkling at the stench of decay that carried even to their distant vantage point.
"The command center will be in the inner keep," Longxian pointed to the central structure of the fortress. "We'll need to penetrate three defensive rings to reach it."
"And how exactly do we get past those?" Bradamante asked, gesturing to the seemingly endless army of undead.
Longxian's response was to remove his imperial outer robe, revealing more practical battle armor beneath. "We don't go through them," he said, securing the Heaven-Cleaving Spear across his back. "We go over them."
Without further explanation, he placed one hand on the ground, channeling his immense spiritual energy into the mountain beneath them. Golden light spread from his fingertips, forming intricate patterns that quickly expanded to encircle all four of them.
"Dragon-Scarred Earth, hear my command," he intoned, his voice taking on a resonance that seemed to vibrate through the very stone. "Rise and carry your sovereign's will."
The mountain trembled, and then, impossibly, a section of stone detached itself—a perfectly flat platform approximately ten feet in diameter with the four of them standing atop it.
"Hold tight," was Longxian's only warning before the platform shot upward into the night sky, accelerating with breathtaking speed.
Bradamante yelped in surprise, instinctively grabbing onto the nearest solid object—which happened to be Longxian's arm. Tomoe whooped with delight at the unexpected mode of transportation, while Barghest simply widened her stance, adapting to the movement with predatory grace.
They soared high above the valley, the necromantic forces below appearing as a sea of sickly green lights. At the apex of their ascent, with the fortress directly below them, Longxian gave his next command.
"Now, we descend. Lady Bradamante, your shield!"
Understanding immediately, Bradamante raised her magical shield, the Bouclier d'Atlante. It began to glow with holy light, expanding to create a protective dome around their stone platform.
"Lady Tomoe, add your flames to our approach. Let them think us a meteor or divine punishment."
Grinning ferally, Tomoe summoned her flames, not around her weapons but around the entire platform. The combination of Bradamante's holy barrier and Tomoe's purifying fire created a spectacle of terrible beauty—a comet of gold and crimson plummeting directly toward the heart of the Black Lotus fortress.
"Lady Barghest," Longxian continued calmly, despite their rapidly accelerating descent, "when we impact, I want unleashed fury. Hold nothing back."
Barghest's smile was all fangs as she began to transform, her armor expanding to accommodate her increasingly bestial form. "With pleasure, Emperor."
They fell like divine judgment, picking up speed until the wind howled around Bradamante's barrier. Below, alarm spread through the undead forces as they detected the incoming threat, but their reactions were too slow, their coordination too rigid to respond effectively.
The platform crashed directly into the central keep with catastrophic force, Bradamante's shield protecting them from the impact while channeling the kinetic energy outward in a devastating shockwave. Stone walls crumbled, undead soldiers disintegrated, and necromantic formations sh