Zairon stood atop a cliffside, overlooking Fort Relkan from a distance. The wind tousled his cloak as he smiled faintly, arms crossed, the egg of his spirit beast nestled safely in his satchel.
"This… this is how it should be," he muttered to himself.
The Sovereign Legion had moved like a force of nature—coordinated, precise, effective. Without his blade, without his orders, they had conquered and brought order. That was true strength. Not in relying on him… but in embodying his vision.
"Fast decisions… better decisions. If they can do it all without me, then they've truly become the army I envisioned."
Zairon turned his back to the city.
"Now it's time to take the next step."
He called a private communication orb, reaching out to the commanding core—Zareth, Maruna, Lena, and the three elite female leaders.
"You've proven your worth. Fort Relkan stands strong. Now, move. Conquer the surrounding cities. Spread order. Spread fear to the corrupt. I will not be with you. You will march alone."
"Every city under the shadows of crime—clean it."
He paused.
"Do not wait for me to act. I expect victories."
He cut the transmission.
Zairon's eyes gleamed with ambition as he looked toward the wild lands that lay ahead.
"I'll take the frontlines of the unknown. While they build the empire… I'll prepare to protect it."