The night sky over the newly-formed town of Elaris was an endless expanse of dark velvet, dotted with countless stars. The moon hung high, casting a pale, cold light upon the village that had grown from a mere collection of huts to something much more. The air was heavy, charged with anticipation. Below, the people of Elaris moved quietly in the moonlight, their shadows long against the newly constructed stone walls. They had crossed a threshold—this was no longer just a village, but a nascent civilization, a fledgling kingdom.
The young man, masked and omnipotent in his celestial room, observed the world below him with a keen sense of satisfaction. His fingers danced across the system interface, watching as the village shifted, the once-primitive structures now infused with the weight of progress. The people were no longer mere survivors—they were builders, warriors, and farmers, each one working tirelessly to create something greater.
