I Summon Female Knights

The agony was absolute, a searing torrent of liquid spatial fire tearing through every nerve fiber, muscle group, and bone marrow in Raphael’s six-foot-seven frame.

His guttural roar echoed off the black obsidian walls of the throne room, vibrating the heavy stone pillars and rattling the crystal chandeliers high above. Sweat poured from his brow, evaporating instantly into thin air as high-frequency spatial mana radiated from his skin in violent, translucent distortion waves.

Vanessa lay on the marble steps twenty feet below, her dark relic-staff jammed into a hairline fracture in the stone floor to anchor herself against the suffocating pressure waves pushing outward from the throne. Her violet eyes widened in sheer terror and awe because the raw, crushing weight of the mana expanding from his body was warping physical reality inside the keep itself.

Inside Raphael’s mind, the agony reached a screaming fever pitch, and then, his consciousness was ripped violently from his physical body.

He was no longer sitting on the obsidian throne.

His vision dissolved into a vast, swirling void of primordial darkness, illuminated only by distant, dying stars and fractured spatial lines that stretched across infinity. He felt himself floating in the center of the cosmos, unbound by gravity, time, or mortality.

Then, the vision began.

Raphael saw himself standing in the center of a ruined, rain-swept metropolis during the peak of the global convergence. Towering B-Tier and A-Tier rifts tore open the sky above, spewing swarms of monstrous entities, mechanical constructs, and primordial horrors onto the shattered streets. Elite hunter strike squads and corporate armies were being slaughtered, their numerous abilities shattering like thin glass under the endless tide.

In the vision, the giant figure of Raphael, clad in a dark armor with dual adamantine blades, stepped calmly into the middle of the carnage, raised his right hand and slammed his gauntleted palm into the air.

BOOM!

A wave of pitch-black and silvery-violet domain mana erupted from his body in an omnidirectional shockwave, expanding outward for a hundred meters in every direction. Instantly, the sky darkened.

The rain stopped falling, hanging frozen in mid-air like glittering crystals. The cracked concrete roads, shattered glass, and roaring monsters were instantly submerged into a phantom projection of The Iron Spire itself.

Within that hundred-meter radius, the rules of Earth ceased to exist.

Monstrous B-Tier beasts were instantly brought to their knees, their bodies crushed into the pavement under a suffocating, gravity-warping physical weight that forced their bones to snap.

Raphael moved through the frozen battle space like a god among mortals, stepping through local spatial tears in fractions of a microsecond, appearing behind whole squads of enemies before they could even blink, his blades cleaving through their flesh without meeting a single ounce of resistance.

He was not just fighting within an arena; he was the absolute ruler of the space itself. Every breath, every grain of dust, every blade of grass within his domain belonged to him.

The vision flared with blinding, transcendent violet light...

CRASH!

Raphael’s eyes snapped open.

He slammed back into reality, his boots digging deep into the cracked marble floor beneath his throne. The violent, searing agony in his nervous system receded as quickly as it had arrived, replaced by a deep, terrifying sensation of absolute control and limitless physical density.

His breathing was heavy, ragged, and deep, echoing through the quiet throne room. The high-frequency spatial distortion surrounding his broad body settled down, sinking deep beneath his skin like water being absorbed into dry earth.

Below the throne dais, Vanessa slowly pushed herself up, using her staff to balance her trembling frame. She stared up at Raphael, her breath catching in her throat.

Raphael sat upon the dark obsidian throne, his posture broad and unyielding. His dark, messy hair hung over his brow, but beneath it, his silver eyes burned with an intense, supernatural radiance that illuminated the shadowed arches of the hall. The air around him felt denser, heavier, as if space itself was bowing to his physical presence.

Floating directly in front of his face was a massive, blood-crimson system window, its golden text pulsing with majestic, authoritative light.

[ABILITY AWAKENING COMPLETE!]

[Category: Sovereign Domain Technique (Calamity-Tier)]

[Name: Realm-Breaker - Monarch’s Spatial Aegis]

[Type: Calamity-tier Ability]

[Ability Description & Rules:]

[Effect: The user forcefully projects a localized fragment of The Iron Spire’s physical laws directly onto the external world within a 100-meter radius]

[Domain Overwrite: Within this zone, all external spatial, gravitational, and environmental laws are suppressed and overwritten by the Sovereign’s will]

[In-Domain Sovereign Buffs:]

- 1. Absolute Weight (Sovereign Presence): All enemy entities within the 100m radius are subjected to crushing spatial pressure. B-Tier entities and below suffer a 60% reduction in movement speed, casting speed, and physical output, with weaker targets being forced directly to their knees.

- 2. Phasing Step: The user can instantly teleport across short distances within the domain by stepping through local spatial tears without casting times, cooldowns, or mana ripples.

- 3. Spatial Armor Bypass: All physical strikes executed by the Sovereign inside the domain pass through physical armor, kinetic barriers, and density shields, inflicting direct structural damage.

[Mana Cost: 50 Mana upon Activation + 5 Mana per Second]

[Current Status: Fully Operational]

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Raphael read through the floating gold text slowly, his sharp mind dissecting every line, every mechanic, every terrifying parameter of the newly unlocked Calamity-Tier power.

It wasn’t just a powerful attack skill. It was an environment overwrite, a portable piece of his untouchable fortress that he could deploy anywhere on Earth. Within that hundred-meter circle, no corporate technology, no ranked construct, and no human hunter squad could stand against him.

Raphael looked down at his left hand. He flexed his long fingers, watching small, harmless threads of silvery-violet spatial energy weave effortlessly around his knuckles like living silk, perfectly obedient to his thought.

The pain he had just endured was nothing compared to the absolute, godlike authority that now rested within his core.

Vanessa slowly climbed the marble steps, coming to a halt five paces from the throne before dropping to one knee. Her voice trembled softly with genuine reverence.

”My Lord... the energy that erupted from your body... it felt as though the castle itself was acknowledging its true master.”

Raphael slowly lowered his hand, his luminous silver eyes locking onto the vast void outside the keep’s grand windows. A faint, quiet, and terrifyingly calm smile touched his lips.

”I’m powerful...” Raphael muttered, his deep voice carrying an icy, irrefutable truth that echoed into the endless darkness of the realm.