Chapitre 43: Unchallenged Dominion
With Iron Glaives repelled, Jade Fangs scattered, and Storm Crows crushed, the Ember Circle's influence spread like a cleansing fire. Villages far beyond their initial territory now accepted their protection willingly, some petitioning to join before trouble even touched their gates.
Rival sects that once plotted in secret now hesitated to strike. The Ember Circle's reputation had grown stark and indomitable. Lyrus ensured this strength did not curdle into tyranny. He reminded his followers of their principles each morning—honor truth, protect the weak, stand against injustice. They were not conquerors pillaging lands, but guardians forging a safer world.
Still, there were moments of brutality. A gang calling themselves the Iron Rooks tried to extort a new settlement under Ember protection. When confronted, they sneered, expecting negotiations. Instead, Ember warriors dismantled their defenses systematically. Sparks crashed into their front lines, drawing attention, while Flames surged from the flanks, blades humming. Within minutes, Iron Rook guards lay gutted on the dirt, entrails steaming in the dawn chill. Those who surrendered were spared but forced to witness their leaders hauled away in chains. Word spread: no tyrant would thrive under Ember watch.
As months passed, what began as a camp of hopeful fighters became a network of fortified towns and patrol routes. Marshlands, forests, and ridges once riddled with ambushers now lay quiet beneath Ember vigilance. Trade caravans passed safely, farmers sowed crops without dread, and artisans worked late into the night, unafraid of midnight raids.
Through it all, Lyrus maintained his calm demeanor, never boasting, never losing composure. He walked among the people, answering questions in quiet tones, watching archers drill at sunrise, or joining a tired squad for a humble meal. Where blood had been spilled, it washed away, leaving fertile ground for renewal.
No longer merely defending a patch of land, the Ember Circle shaped a region's destiny. Under the resurrected HellSin banner, these lands stabilized, prosperous in a way they had never known. The Circle's strength—tempered by discipline, guided by honor—ensured that their flame would burn steady and bright against all who lurked in the shadows.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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