Late night thoughts

The night was quiet, save for the soft murmurs of soldiers sharing stories around distant campfires. After a day spent solidifying their new order and roles, Lyrus slipped back into his private tent, mind alight with questions. The subtle hum of the system thrummed inside him, eager to reveal what it held next.

Seating himself on a worn cushion, he closed his eyes, focusing inward. The familiar warmth of the system's presence bloomed, and with it, a new message formed in his mind:

[System Notification: New Feature Unlocked.]

He had felt a shift ever since the Circle's triumph—now it materialized. He delved deeper, mentally navigating the system's interface, reading details in silence.

The feature allowed him to bestow raw power and complex abilities upon chosen individuals. Not just temporary boosts, but transformative enhancements that could elevate them from skilled leaders to legendary guardians. Strength could multiply, agility sharpen, elemental forces harnessed, and strategic minds refined. All under his quiet control.

He smiled faintly. The Ember Circle had grown strong through unity and moral guidance. Now, he could seed even greater potential in those who bore the Circle's principles. Yet he must remain cautious. The system was his secret, the quiet wellspring of miracles he dared not reveal. Such power, if known, could disrupt their careful balance.

Lyrus resolved to gift abilities subtly. The Guardian Generals and Captains—those who earned trust and embodied virtue—would receive these enhancements gradually. They would believe themselves simply growing stronger through training and insight. No need for them to suspect the system's hand.

After meditating on this decision, another idea took root. They were stable now, but nomadic victory wasn't enough. To anchor peace, they needed a permanent home, a place for the Hellsin family's legacy to evolve. The Hellsin name bore old scars, but he could reclaim it, reshape it as a cornerstone for a new kingdom aligned with Ember values.

Rising, Lyrus imagined a settlement rising from fertile land, protected by these newly empowered leaders. A kingdom, not driven by fear or ambition, but by mutual prosperity and the moral clarity they cherished. His pulse quickened—this new goal sparked hope.

Outside, the night deepened. Lyrus kept the system's truth locked within his heart, knowing tomorrow would mark the start of another quiet revolution.