Elysiar – Three Days Later
The summoning chamber had changed.
What was once a structured, functional platform of runes and pylons was now something far grander. The upgrade had restructured the entire room—expanded it. The walls now pulsed with integrated crystal veins, humming in harmony with the planet's leyline flow. At the center stood a circular summoning disc, elevated slightly, with newly formed glyphwork rotating lazily in the air above it.
It was alive with expectation.
Elsewhere in the City – The Time Between
While the upgrade completed, Elysiar moved forward.
Dooku had taken up temporary residence in a high-roofed tower near the Garden Quarter. His conversations with Mara had shifted from sparring to philosophy. She hadn't told him everything. Not yet. But what she had shared of the Vault—the sect that sought balance, the philosophies etched into stone—had caught his attention in ways even he couldn't deny.
He listened. Asked questions. Challenged assumptions. And then he offered ideas.
Ideas that didn't sound like conquest.
Mara, ever sharp, watched closely. In time, she whispered to Adam, "He doesn't want to rule. He wants to reshape. And this place speaks to the part of him that doesn't believe in what either the Jedi or Sith became."
Alis, meanwhile, had grown close to Elysiar's Nightsister-summoned advisors, intrigued by their resonance with the Vault's magic. Her understanding of Force-touched nature, coupled with her survivalist instincts, quickly proved valuable in optimizing the outer wards. Quietly, she had started teaching. And learning.
They were both dangerous.
But for now, they belonged.
Central Spire – Summoning Chamber
Adam stood at the newly upgraded platform.
The Epic token floated nearby—encased in a radiant sphere of light and potential. But before touching it, he focused on the lesser rewards first.
The upgrade had come with bonuses:
[Upgrade Reward: Lesser Uncommon Summon Token x2][City Milestone Achieved: Population Tier IV – +1 Uncommon Summon Token]
Adam reached out, selecting the first.
[UNCOMMON SUMMON – TIER II]Franchise: DestinyUnit: Awoken Vanguard Operative (Scout Division)Role: High-speed recon, support fire, terrain adaptationPassive: Grants minor energy buffs to adjacent units in field
A flash of blue light, and a tall, silver-eyed scout in Vanguard armor stepped forward, bowing once with calm precision.
[UNCOMMON SUMMON – TIER II]Franchise: Lord of the Rings (Third Age)Unit: Elven Warden – LothlórienRole: City guard, tactical defensive unit, magic-resistance trainingPassive: Boosts civilian morale, enhances defensive structure durability
The summon arrived silently, clad in gold-trimmed green and bearing a long spear and curved blade. Their gaze was ancient, but not hostile.
[UNCOMMON SUMMON – TIER II]Franchise: Warhammer 40KUnit: Tech-Priest Enginseer (Adeptus Mechanicus)Role: High-level fabrication, machine ritual interface, technological integrationPassive: Reduces downtime of production buildings and drone repair systems by 30%**
The tech-priest arrived in a hiss of smoke and static. Mechadendrites coiled around a heavy toolkit, and they immediately began scanning the chamber with reverence.
Each summon filled a role—each one brought depth and utility.
But the room quieted when Adam turned to the final sphere.
The Epic Token.
It floated gently toward him, as though sensing the moment.
He reached out.
And touched it.
[EPIC SUMMON ACTIVATED]Franchise: TBD (System-Classified: Tier IV Priority Summon)Processing… Anomaly Detected…
The platform burst with light.
Not flash. Not flame.
But resonance.
The entire chamber shook. Outside, across Elysiar, civilians stopped and looked up as a wave of harmonic energy rippled through the streets. Trees swayed with no wind. Crystals chimed in chorus.
In the Force, Mara gasped—then knelt.
This was not ordinary.
This was legendary.
A column of pure energy exploded upward from the spire, visible across half the continent. The planet reacted—accepting the arrival, embracing it.
When the light cleared, a figure stood alone at the center of the platform.
Armored in sigil-etched plating, tall and cloaked in a mantle of quiet command. A great blade rested on their back—not crude, but elegant, shaped like a weapon meant for justice, not vengeance.
The figure raised their head.
Eyes met Adam's.
And they smiled.
"Command received," they said, voice both human and something more. "I am yours to wield."
[Summon Registered – Epic Tier: Name & Origin Unlocking…]
Adam exhaled.
And for the first time, he felt small.