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 disyed a shifting tapestry of stars and constetions, 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 Aric entered the hall, a herald announced his arrival with a booming voice, "Supreme Wand Magus Aric, Leader of the blue 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 ce 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 Aric toe to the front row honoring ce first.


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


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


    As he took his seat, the meeting officially began. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Aric 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 theposed 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 uing 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 presencemanded 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 urred 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 ce 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 ce 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 thepetition for these coveted slots would be fierce.


    As Ryon spoke, his eyes briefly flickered to Aric, who sat among the half-sovereigns with a contemtive 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 apuse, the delegates'' faces a mix of excitement and determination. The Spirit Realm was within their grasp, and each realm would strive to secure their ce in this legendary event.


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


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


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


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