The fourteenth dawn shimmered over Kael El's newly ascended domain, a vibrant violet-gold sky casting a radiant sheen across the sprawling citadel and its three fortified outposts. The central settlement buzzed with activity—smiths hammering, farmers tending fields, and warriors drilling in tight formations. Ninety thousand subjects moved with a unified pulse, their Perks weaving a tapestry of power that stretched from the northern keep to the eastern hill. Kael lounged atop the citadel's tallest tower, the Stormforged Blade resting across his knees, its lightning edge sparking faintly against the Stormhide Armor. His flirty smirk gleamed, a cool dominance radiating from his relaxed posture as he gazed southwest toward Veyra's mana lake.
Day 14. Time to size up the competition. His dark eyes burned with unwavering confidence, a quiet pride simmering beneath his chill exterior. Ninety thousand souls, a Territory Lv. 3 citadel, and an EX-tier EXP boost—most lords would've played it safe. Kael? He thrived, his resilience a steady blaze. Veyra's got resources. I've got an army. Let's see who blinks first.
A sharp ding cut through the morning hum, the system panel flaring into view.
"Day 14: Post-Peace Period. Territory Level: 3. Population: 90,012 Subjects. Food Stock: 4 Days Remaining. Resource Yield: +20% (Lv. 3 Bonus)."
Kael's smirk widened, a playful edge dancing in his tone as he muttered, "Four days of grub? Plenty to plan a picnic." His calm under pressure was a steel thread running through him—resources were tight, but he'd turn scarcity into strength. The Lord Map hovered in his vision, Veyra's mana lake pulsing like a beacon ten miles southwest: a shimmering blue sprawl ringed by stone towers and mana-charged defenses. Shiny. Mine soon.
Lysa approached, her silver eyes glinting as her orb pulsed with faint light. "Lord Kael," she said, her voice soft yet precise, "Zorin and I can scout the lake today. My Aura Seer picked up heavy mana flows—defenses, maybe traps." Her Perk hummed, already sniffing out the enemy's edges.
Kael slid down from his perch, landing with a casual thud, and flashed her a flirty grin. "Lysa, you're my crystal ball. Take Zorin, scout it—find me a crack to smash. Stay sharp." She nodded, a flicker of shy loyalty in her gaze, and he turned to the Summoning Altar, its Mana Crystal glowing brighter with the Lv. 3 upgrade. Fourteen summons left today. Let's stack the deck.
He pressed a hand to the crystal, voice smooth and teasing. "Alright, gorgeous, give me something sneaky."
The altar flared, and a thirteenth figure emerged—a lean woman with dark hair and a cloak that shimmered like shadow. She knelt, voice a whisper. "Lord Kael, I am Seryn. Perk: Shadow Veil – +50% stealth, ambush damage."
Kael's grin turned protective yet playful. "Seryn, huh? A ghost's perfect. Join Lysa's scout—keep 'em hidden." She rose with a nod, her cloak blending into the air, and the system blared its familiar tune.
"SSS Talent Triggered: 100% Drop Rate. Additional Summon: 1 Subject. EX Talent Triggered: 10,000x Multiplier Applied. Quality Enhanced: Subject Perks Upgraded."
The citadel trembled as the 90,000 subjects glowed briefly, their Perks spiking again. Seryn's Shadow Veil surged to +5,000% stealth, her form nearly invisible. Lysa's Aura Seer jumped to +5,000% magic detection, her orb blazing. Tora's hammer pulsed louder, her Hammer Crush now shattering stone with a glance. Kael laughed, a deep, carefree rumble that echoed off the walls. Quality boost? This crew's a nightmare now.
"Scouts, with Lysa!" he barked, his cool dominance slicing through the noise. "Warriors, drill with Nyra. Mages, prep with Elys. Move!"
Lysa, Zorin, and Seryn slipped out, vanishing southwest toward the mana lake. Kael leaned back, watching his domain hum, his posture relaxed yet commanding. They'll bring me the keys. I'll kick the door down.
By midday, Veyna approached, her bow slung low, her Hawk Eye sharper than ever. "Lord, hunters bagged two deer—food's steady. Scouts saw smoke southwest—Veyra's active."
Kael nodded, twirling his blade. "Good eye, Veyna. Keep the hunters rolling—meat and intel. She's cooking something." He grabbed the Mastercraft Axe and hit the forest, wood splintering under his swings.
"Resource Gained: 22 Wood (+20% Lv. 3 Bonus). SSS Talent: 100% Drop Rate. Loot: 1 Oak Resin. EX Talent: 10,000x Multiplier Applied. Quantity Enhanced: 10,000 Oak Resins."
A sticky flood of resin piled up, enough to glue an army together. Kael chuckled, hauling back 66 Wood. Gavrin's gonna love this.
As dusk fell, Lysa's team returned, her orb dim but her eyes bright. "Lord," she said, "Veyra's lake's a fortress—five towers, mana barriers, two hundred guards. Weak spot's the eastern shore—thinner defenses, less mana flow."
Zorin nodded, his staff humming. "Barriers are strong but static—Elys could overload 'em."
Seryn's voice whispered from shadow. "Ambush points along the east—perfect for traps."
Kael clapped his hands, grinning wickedly. "Lysa, Zorin, Seryn—you're my aces. Rest up. Tomorrow, we march." He rallied the crew—Lira, Sylvi, Veyna, Mara, Elys, Zorin, Gavrin, Nyra, Jace, Tora, Lysa, Seryn—by the citadel gates. "Veyra's got mana and guts. We've got numbers and me. East shore's our in—Elys blasts, Tora smashes, Jace traps, Seryn ambushes. We hit hard, take it all."
They nodded, loyalty a palpable heat. Kael twirled his lance, his tone flirty yet resolute. "Sleep tight, crew. Tomorrow's a party."
The violet sky darkened, stars glinting like eyes. Kael stood tall, unflappable, the mana lake a prize in his sights. Day 14 down. Veyra's next.
POV Shift: Seryn
She melted into shadow, her Shadow Veil at 5,000% cloaking her every step, the lake's glow still burned in her mind. Her lord stood there, smirking like war was a dance he'd already won. Ninety thousand, and he's plotting a lord's fall? She'd stalked for petty thieves before, but Kael's cool confidence, that protective steel, hooked her. I'll slit throats for him. He's worth it.