The twenty-first dawn shimmered over Kael El's domain, a vibrant violet-gold sky casting a serene glow across the citadel and its seven territories. The western dragon nest stood fortified, its jagged peaks now a stronghold with fifteen tamed dragons perched atop, joining the forty from Draxis's other nests under EX: Dragon Sovereign. One hundred fifty thousand subjects thrummed—warriors polishing scale armor, mages tapping the mana lake, and archers drilling with Elyra's precision. Kael lounged atop the western nest's tallest spire, the Stormforged Blade resting beside him, EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowing faintly, Stormhide Armor humming with EX: Mana Ocean. His flirty smirk danced, a cool dominance radiating from his relaxed posture as he scanned the horizon.
Day 21. Draxis's done—time to breathe and build. His dark eyes gleamed with unwavering confidence, a quiet pride simmering beneath his chill exterior. One hundred fifty thousand souls, seven territories, and a dragon legion—most lords would've kicked back. Kael? He thrived, his resilience a steady blaze. Next stop: Territory Lv. 4. Need three more.
A sharp ding pierced the morning calm, the system panel flaring up.
"Day 21: Post-Peace Period. Territory Level: 3. Population: 150,019 Subjects. Food Stock: 4 Days Remaining. Resource Yield: +20% (Lv. 3 Bonus)."
Kael's smirk widened, a playful edge cutting through the stillness. "Four days? Time to hunt or hoard." His calm under pressure held firm—resources were tight, but he'd turn it into strength. The Lord Map flickered—northwest, a Level 24 lord named Syris held a forest stronghold, ten miles out. Syris, huh? Let's size him up.
Gavrin hustled over, his ledger brimming. "Lord Kael, western nest's loot is in—fifteen dragon corpses, forty scales, twenty claws, plus spears. Resources at 18,750 now."
Kael clapped his shoulder, winking. "Gavrin, you're my vault. Craft the scales—armor and shields. We're rolling heavy." Gavrin nodded, scribbling, and Kael turned to the Summoning Altar, its Mana Crystal pulsing brighter amid the nest's rubble. Seven summons left. Let's add brains.
He pressed a hand to the crystal, voice smooth and teasing. "Alright, gorgeous, give me a tactician."
The altar flared, and a twentieth figure emerged—a sharp-eyed woman with a staff and a map tucked under her arm. She knelt, voice crisp. "Lord Kael, I am Mira. Perk: Battle Mind – +50% strategy success, terrain advantage."
Kael's grin turned protective yet playful. "Mira, huh? A planner's gold. Plot with Lysa—map Syris's forest." She rose with a nod, her staff humming, and the system blared.
"SSS Talent Triggered: 100% Drop Rate. Additional Summon: 1 Subject. EX Talent: 10,000x Multiplier Applied. Quantity Enhanced: 10,000 Subjects."
The spire shook as 10,000 more figures materialized—warriors, strategists, scouts—swelling his ranks to 160,000. A man with "Field Caller" shouted orders, a woman with "Forest Tracker" scanned the horizon, and thousands roared allegiance. Kael laughed, a deep, carefree rumble. One-sixty? This is my empire.
"Scouts, with Veyna!" he barked, his cool dominance slicing through the noise. "Strategists, with Mira. Warriors, with Nyra. Move!"
By midday, Veyna returned with hunters, dragging three deer. "Lord, food's at six days. Syris's forest is thick—scouts saw wooden walls, Level 24 lord, maybe two hundred troops."
Kael twirled his reaver, grinning. "Veyna, you're my hawk. Mira, Lysa—scout it tomorrow. I want gaps." He grabbed the Mastercraft Chisel and hit the nest's quarry, stone splintering.
"Resource Gained: 17 Stone (+20% Lv. 3 Bonus). SSS Talent: 100% Drop Rate. Loot: 1 Dragonstone Shard. EX Talent: 10,000x Multiplier Applied. Quantity Enhanced: 10,000 Dragonstone Shards."
A gleaming pile of shards crashed down, enough to build a castle. Kael chuckled, hauling back 51 Stone. Mara's gonna love this.
As dusk fell, Mira approached, her map marked. "Lord, Syris's forest has weak northern walls—troops are spread thin."
Kael clapped her shoulder, smirking. "Mira, you're my brain. Rest up—tomorrow, we plan." He rallied the crew—Lira, Sylvi, Veyna, Mara, Elys, Nyra, Tora, Lysa, Seryn, Borv, Vira, Rhea, Korr, Thryn, Elyra, Mira—by the spire. "Draxis's toast—seven down, three to go for Lv. 4. Syris is next—forest, Level 24, wooden walls. Mira's plotting, dragons are ready. Thoughts?"
Elys smirked, her staff sparking. "Wood burns—Rhea and I can torch it."
Kael winked. "Elys, you're my storm. Prep it." The violet sky darkened, stars winking like spies. Kael stood tall, unflappable, Syris's forest a prize in his sights. Day 21 down. Time to chop some trees.
POV Shift: Mira
She traced her map, her Battle Mind humming, plotting Syris's fall. Her lord stood there, smirking, dragons at his command. One hundred sixty thousand, and he's still pushing? She'd schemed for petty chiefs before, but Kael's cool confidence, that protective steel, hooked her. I'll strategize for him. He's worth it.