Sparks of Might
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Lucian's POV
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As the first light of dawn pierced through the window, casting a golden glow across the room, I rose from my slumber, preparing for the day ahead. It was the 29th of Frundun, Nun 20E, and a sense of purpose filled the air.
Facing the Darkee Lord with a steely gaze, I watched as she submitted willingly, a smile brightening her features. Despite our age difference, she saw potential in me, a future worth aligning with.
"Why?" I questioned, unable to accept her explanation at face value, my confusion evident.
"Your potential is boundless," she replied, her demeanor shifting to one of indifference. "And I refuse to remain among those who seek revolution."
Her words resonated within me, stirring a mixture of determination and intrigue. Despite our brief encounter, her insight and power were undeniable, instilling a hint of unease within me.
"I'm tired of settling for scraps," she continued, a malicious grin creeping across her face, revealing the darkness that lurked within. Empowered by the traits inherited from my Dalki Devil lineage—traits such as Pain-Gain and Bloodlust—I felt a surge of excitement course through me.
"GO AND CLAIM THE LAND!!" I commanded, activating my Loins Heart skill, infusing my words with mana, and igniting the fervor of my forces. With newfound zeal, the demi-superiors rushed forth, eager to do battle in my name.
Turning to Nightgale, the Darkee Lord, I sought her assistance in confronting our adversaries, the Forest Lord Thrall by my side.
"Nightgale at your service," she declared, her eerie smile sending shivers down my spine as shadowy hands emerged from her back.
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Daneel's POV
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As noon approached, Lucian, my son, materialized in my room, his presence catching me off guard. Despite his embarrassment at interrupting our moment, I welcomed his company, eager to hear his news.
"I have captured a group of elves known as The HOLY ELF, who owned a Myriad rank macrorealm," Lucian reported, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And I now hold semi-lord rights over the macrorealm, with most of them transformed into demi-superiors and thralls."
Shocked by his revelation, I quickly composed myself, acknowledging his achievement and preparing to join him in inspecting our new domain.
"Sigh," I sighed, changing into my Duke uniform—a crimson ensemble with a blue tie and matching pants, adorned with Dragon Wish Armguards and shin guards. My trusty Gold Abyss Sword, forged by a skilled Empyrean blacksmith, hung at my side, a constant reminder of my power and responsibility.
With Eloise still resting peacefully, I took Lucian's hand, ready to embark on our next adventure—to The Holy Elf Myriad Macrorealm.
As we arrived, our presence commanded reverence from the demi-superiors, their chants of "Monarch" echoing through the realm. Surrounded by their adoration, I felt a swell of pride, grateful for the support of my son and the loyalty of our followers.
As the echoes of their praise filled the air, I surveyed the vast expanse of the macrorealm, a sense of anticipation building within me. Lucian stood by my side, his eyes sparkling with pride and excitement.
"Son, you have done well," I commended him, a warm smile gracing my lips as I ruffled his hair affectionately. Despite the challenges we faced, he had proven himself to be a capable leader and a worthy ally.
"We greet The Monarch Father!" the demi-superiors exclaimed in unison, their voices reverberating through the realm with unwavering devotion.
"Demi's, there are no full superiors here," I reminded them, my gaze sweeping over the assembled throngs. "Didn't you use superiorism, Progenitor?"
"Two... Eshwyn and Nightgale," Lucian responded, gesturing towards the two figures who had emerged from the crowd.
"Monarch," they acknowledged, their voices filled with reverence and respect as they stepped forward to stand beside us.
With our forces assembled and our presence established, I felt a surge of confidence coursing through me. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead and emerge victorious.
But even as I basked in the adoration of my followers, a sense of foreboding lingered in the back of my mind. The road ahead would not be easy, and the forces arrayed against us were formidable.
As I gazed out over the landscape, I knew that our journey was only just beginning. But with my son at my side and our loyal allies by our side, I was ready to face whatever trials awaited us.
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