The Concord's first move came swiftly. A grand army of 40,000—knights of Eldoria in shining plate, Valthor berserkers roaring war-cries, Drakon's dragon-riders circling overhead, and Thorne's shadow-archers melting into the treeline—marched on Ironhold, Alex's newest stronghold on the contested borderlands.
The battle began at dawn.
Catapults rained fire. Dragonfire scorched the outer walls. Arrows fell like black rain.
Alex stepped onto the field.
With a thought, he activated Legion Overlord. Every Revenant soldier felt power flood their veins—strength doubled, fear banished. Spectral warriors rose from the earth in waves, clawing at living foes.
He vanished in a burst of Void Step, reappearing amid Drakon's dragon-riders. One slash severed a wyvern's wing; another pierced the rider's heart.
[Elite Enemy slain. +15 to all stats. Bonus Soul Essence acquired: Wyvern Flame Breath]
He exhaled, and black fire erupted, engulfing three more dragons. They plummeted, crashing into their own lines.
The ground trembled as he charged the Eldorian heavy cavalry. His sword, now wreathed in violet soul-flame, cleaved through lances and armor alike. Each fallen knight fed him more.
[Enemies slain: 89. +89 to all stats. Kill Count: 5,412]
[Level Up! Level 29 → 30]
[Class Evolution Available: Soul Sovereign → Void Emperor (Partial)]
By midday, the Concord's formation shattered. Their commanders fell one by one—generals, champions, even a royal prince of Valthor whose crown Alex claimed as a trophy.
The survivors fled, leaving 18,000 dead on the field.
Alex walked among the carnage, raising the strongest as permanent lieutenants. The system chimed triumphantly:
[Mass Harvest Complete. +1,200 temporary stat overflow. Aura of Dominion evolved to Aura of Conquest.]
His legion cheered his name—not as a boy from another world, but as their undying lord.