Chapitre 136: Start of an empire
In the following days, scouts explored potential sites. They returned describing a verdant valley ringed by gentle hills, watered by a clear stream, and rich in fertile soil. Perfect for a settlement. The council studied maps and planned construction phases. Captains volunteered squads to clear brush, Generals strategized logistics, and allies pledged materials and labor.
Lyrus moved quietly among them, offering encouragement. He hinted at forming a central sanctuary that honored the journey from Hellsin's old reputation to a bright future. As they sketched layouts, he imagined hidden fortifications imbued with resilience. His silent allies—enhanced by abilities he had gifted—would ensure the settlement's safety against any future foe. He had not named the kingdom yet, preferring to wait until its essence revealed itself naturally.
No one suspected the system's involvement. They believed strength and insight came from training, mutual respect, and moral clarity. This illusion suited Lyrus well. The system would remain a secret catalyst, letting the Circle's leaders believe their greatness sprang entirely from their own virtue. It protected the Circle's soul from the potential corruption knowledge of such power might bring.
Evenings found Lyrus alone, contemplating the distant hills. He considered when and how to rename the Hellsin-based settlement. Perhaps after construction advanced, when its character took shape. For now, "Hellsin" served as a scaffold, a reminder of how far they had come. Later, a name reflecting hope, unity, or rebirth would naturally emerge.
Under starry skies, he refined his plans: farms to feed many, training yards to maintain readiness, halls for debate and learning. This kingdom would host diplomats, artisans, and sages, weaving a tapestry of peace and purpose. If the world tested them again, they would stand firm.
He touched his chest, feeling the system's quiet hum. Once a tool that amplified only him, now it empowered others silently, strengthening their virtues. He had walked a fine line—using secret power for noble ends. The fruits of his choice lay in a future where cunning adversaries could no longer sow chaos, and where honest effort forged prosperity.
As dawn approached, Lyrus smiled. The Ember Circle would soon have a homeland worthy of their ideals, and no foe would easily threaten what they had built together.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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