NOVEL NEXT Chapter 17: The Royal Summoner Tournament Begins
🌌 Scene 1: A Message Written in Stars
The sky above Riftbound Academy darkened just past midnight. Not with clouds, but with light.
A constellation shifted. Students gasped, pointing upward as ancient sigils flared across the stars like flaming runes carved into the heavens.
Jemil stepped out of the training hall, breath fogging in the cold night air. His wives gathered around him, sensing the pressure in the atmosphere.
A voice echoed across the realm.
"Heed the Summoner's Call… All who are chosen, prepare for battle."
A scroll—enormous and glowing—spiraled down from the sky and hovered just above the academy's bell tower.
It unrolled in front of Jemil like it had been waiting centuries for this moment.
[ROYAL SUMMONER TOURNAMENT – INVITATION]
To the bearer of the Forbidden Crest of Crownfire.
You and your contracted companions have been selected as WILDCARD REPRESENTATIVES of the realm Riftbound.
Report to Celestia Arena in 3 days' time.
Survival is expected. Victory is optional.
Jemil blinked. "…Wild card?"
Mira's mouth hung open. "They're serious. That's the real Royal Summoner Tournament. Not the school one. The divine one."
Vel'Zara's voice dropped. "Only five people in a thousand years have been summoned to that without royal blood."
Her red eyes narrowed. "And every one of them changed the fate of a world."
🛡️ Scene 2: Preparing the Team
Back in the harem's tower suite, chaos reigned.
Flare and Lyra were fighting over what color battle dresses to wear. Mira was crying over "the pressure of performance." Kaelira was sharpening her claws on a chalkboard. Vel'Zara? She was meditating midair surrounded by dozens of floating blades.
"This is a tournament of gods," she murmured. "And we're going in half-baked."
Jemil placed a hand on the Bond Crystal. It pulsed.
"We've survived worse."
"Barely," Mira sniffed.
"I fought off a corrupted centipede god last week," Flare said.
"Yeah, but you burned half of Jemil's hair," Lyra muttered.
"Still sexy," Flare smirked.
"I will rip your soul in half," Vel'Zara offered politely.
Jemil rubbed his temples. "Ladies. Focus."
They didn't. But they looked good doing it.
🏟️ Scene 3: Arrival at Celestia Arena
Three days later, Riftbound's elite team arrived on the academy's fastest spell-cruiser.
Celestia Arena floated above a sea of clouds, suspended by ancient elemental magic. Giant stone platforms orbited it like moons. The air shimmered with enchantments old enough to predate written language.
Everywhere, banners of competing teams flapped in the wind.
Clan Shadelure – Shadow Beast Specialists
Holy Crown Academy – Light-based Contract Warriors
Infernosphere – Hellfire Duelists
And more…
The Riftbound harem stood in formation — in matching armor bearing Jemil's crest: a flame-ringed summoning circle.
Kaelira wore hers unzipped halfway.
"It's combat gear, not a corset," Mira muttered.
"Says the girl whose chest breaks buttons."
"Says the lizard whose fashion sense is molting."
Jemil stood between them, sighing like a man with too many problems and too much magic.
⚔️ Scene 4: First Match — Riftbound vs Clan Shadelure
The announcement came loud and sudden:
"MATCH ONE: RIFTBOUND VS CLAN SHADELURE. BEGIN!"
The arena shifted shape—turning into a shifting forest under a blood-red moon. Mist rolled in from the edges, thick with phantom energy.
Shadelure's team appeared like ghosts—three shadow mages and a mirror assassin.
"Don't trust your eyes," Vel'Zara warned. "They use nightmare-class illusions."
"Good thing I trust my gut," Flare grinned, and charged.
Her fists ignited with red mana. She punched straight through a phantom wolf—but another slashed from behind.
Jemil activated the Bond-Sync Core.
"Flare, Mira — you're up!"
They stepped into the bond circle together.
"Pyro-Tide Leviathan!" they shouted.
A massive beast of molten water burst out of the ground, snapping spectral wolves like twigs.
Kaelira joined the fray, laughing wildly as she dove through shadows.
"Finally! A real fight!"
🔍 Scene 5: New Power Awakens
Just as victory seemed certain, one of Shadelure's assassins reached Jemil—blade raised, aimed straight for his heart.
Suddenly, the Bond Crystal flared.
Vel'Zara blinked. "That's… not me."
A surge of divine energy erupted from Jemil's chest — gold, crimson, silver. The aura of every wife… combined.
"Activating Soul-Fusion Protocol," the system said in his mind.
Time slowed.
Jemil stepped aside, grabbing the assassin by the wrist.
"You're too slow," he whispered, and slammed him into a phantom tree.
The arena shattered. The illusion broke. And Shadelure's team surrendered.
RIFTBOUND — VICTORY.
The crowd exploded with cheers.
🧥 Scene 6: The Spy Watches
High above the battlefield, in the VIP skybox, a cloaked noble watched through a monocle made of cursed glass.
"Phase One complete," the noble whispered into a communicator. "Jemil's resonance exceeded 70%. Phase Two will begin once the Queen arrives."
A dark laugh echoed through the device.
"Let the world see what happens when love becomes power… and power becomes obsession."
💬 End of Chapter 17
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