Zairon leaned back in his chair, letting the news of his expanding empire settle in. His forces were currently spread across multiple cities, working tirelessly to conquer and pacify the territories. The leaders of each city were under orders to establish order and eradicate crime, ensuring that each new city would serve as an example of a model way of living.
"Once these cities are fully conquered," Zairon muttered to himself, "I'll need to make sure the leadership is strong, stable, and most importantly, loyal."
He turned his attention to the map again. His forces were well on their way, with each team executing their plans efficiently. He could already see the fruits of their labor—crime rates dropping, rebellion quelled, and people beginning to accept the new rule.
"Everything is progressing as planned," Zairon thought, eyes narrowing. "Once they finish, I'll assign proper leadership. The city leaders will be in charge, but I'll need one person to oversee all of them, someone with enough strength and wisdom to manage everything in my stead."
He smiled slightly. He had already thought about this—he'd seen potential in several of his trusted followers. It would be simple enough to appoint a trusted leader to be his representative, someone to manage the cities under his vision.
A few weeks later, after all the cities had been conquered...
Zairon stood in front of his army's top commanders, his leaders, and the newly appointed city managers. Each of them had their own responsibilities and duties, but it was time for the final step in his plan.
"Today marks the next phase of our journey," Zairon addressed them, his voice firm and commanding. "All the cities have been conquered, and now it's time to ensure they remain stable and under control."
He turned to his trusted lieutenant, Zareth, who had proven himself to be a master tactician.
"Zareth," Zairon said, "you will be the top leader in charge of managing the entire region. Your responsibility will be overseeing the governance of these cities and ensuring the systems we've put in place remain intact. You will report directly to me. If any of you encounter significant threats, let me know immediately. I will not hesitate to step in if necessary."
Zareth nodded, standing tall.
Zairon then turned to the other city leaders—men and women he trusted to carry out his plans.
"You all have proven your worth and strength," Zairon continued. "Each of you will be responsible for maintaining order in your respective cities. Any problems, whether with the people, the resources, or the security of the city, you will solve them. And if anything goes beyond your control, Zareth will step in and assist."
Each leader acknowledged their responsibility, their faces showing a mix of respect and determination.
Zairon looked around the room, his eyes lingering on each of them. "I have one final task for you before I leave. You must ensure that the cities remain crime-free, and that people are satisfied with the new rule. I will not be returning to supervise this. You all must work together to ensure the cities flourish in my absence. Only then will you prove that you are worthy of the power I've entrusted to you."
There was a moment of silence, then the leaders nodded in agreement.
"Good," Zairon said with a smile. "Now, you know what needs to be done. Don't disappoint me."
As he finished the meeting, Zairon felt the weight of responsibility lifting off his shoulders. His empire was growing stronger, and now it was time for him to focus on what mattered most—becoming even stronger.
The next day, Zairon packed his belongings and prepared for his journey. The cities were in capable hands, and he trusted his leaders to maintain order. But now, he needed to focus on the next stage of his personal journey: reaching S rank and beyond.
"Now, it's time to become the strongest," Zairon thought, his eyes burning with ambition. "I won't be satisfied until I can reach the peak of power—until I can conquer not just this world, but Raur itself."
With that, Zairon mounted his Roc, feeling the familiar power of his beast beneath him. His eyes scanned the horizon as he set off on his new journey.
The journey ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Zairon would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. With his spirit beast and his legion's support, he would take on whatever challenges lay ahead, pushing the boundaries of cultivation and power. He was on a path that no one could stop. And soon, the world would know his name.