80,000.
The number arrived without fanfare. No trumpet. No divine chorus. No celestial light splitting the clouds. Just a counter ticking over in Zephyr's perception — a threshold crossed the way a reservoir fills: gradually, then all at once.
[RANK UP — THRESHOLD REACHED]
[Faith Points: 80,000 / 80,000]
[Rank 3 → Rank 4: AVAILABLE]
[Requirements Met: ✓ FP Threshold | ✓ Territory Size | ✓ Believer Base (3,800+)]
[Confirm Rank Advancement? Y/N]
It was midnight. Ashenveil was sleeping. The gold flame in the Chapel burned low, fed by the ambient faith of three thousand eight hundred believers spread across seven settlements. Krug knelt at the altar, alone, because the voice had told him to be there and Krug did not ask why.
Now, Zephyr thought. Confirm.
