Chapter 203: The Ironclad Legacy
The deafening cheers of two million unified citizens shook the thick stone walls of the massive Iron Colosseum. I stood up from my velvet viewing chair and leaped effortlessly down to the ruined sandy floor. My heavy boots cracked the repaired stone upon impact.
My five beautiful Queens followed gracefully behind me, descending lightly onto the Colosseum floor.
The colossal Steampunk battle-mech hissed loudly as its heavy brass gears spun down. Nyssa's son popped the heavy iron hatch and climbed quickly out.
He wiped thick dark grease from his green forehead. His four siblings stood in a tight circle around him. They panted heavily, completely covered in thick dirt and raw magical residue.
"You fought incredibly well," I rumbled deeply. I walked slowly toward my powerful children.
"But you rely entirely too heavily on raw physical instinct. A true Sovereign controls the chaotic battlefield before the very first punch is even thrown."
