The morning sun rose over the village like a quiet witness to history in the making. Kyle's people had woken early, moving with purpose, their armor glinting under the morning light and their weapons sharpened.
The air was thick with anticipation and nerves, but no one faltered. They were ready.
Bruce stood beside Kyle near the front of the convoy.
"Young Master, the surprise is ready. We can leave whenever you give the word."
He said, a rare grin tugging at his lips.
Kyle nodded, gaze sweeping over his assembled soldiers and villagers-turned-fighters.
"Good. Then let's not waste time."
He stepped forward, voice firm and clear as he addressed them all.
"The time has come to use your power. Not to survive—but to dominate. The gods may watch us. The world may turn against us. But none of that matters. We will not bow. We will not break. You are stronger than divine will. You are the new order."
