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Chapter 310: 310:Peak Of Authority

A man rested inside a chamber carved from ancient monoliths.

The walls were not smooth. They were jagged and uneven, as if the stone itself had been torn open and forced into shape. Old symbols were etched everywhere. Circles of intertwined runes spread across the floor, layered one over another like a web. They pulsed faintly, glowing in dull crimson light.

If one looked closer, thin streams of blood could be seen flowing along the runes. The blood did not drip or pool. It moved through the lines, creeping through the carved paths as if the stone itself was drinking it. From cracks in the floor below, a low humming sound echoed, deep and constant, like a heartbeat buried underground.

The air felt heavy.

CRUNG!

The massive stone door groaned as it opened.

The man lifted his head slowly and turned his gaze toward the entrance.

“Did you bring it?” he asked calmly.

“Yes,” a voice replied.

Duke Monopolis stepped forward and lowered his head slightly. From within his coat, he took out a blackish iridescent pearl. The surface shimmered unnaturally, colors shifting like oil on water. The moment it appeared, the runes on the floor flared brighter, and the blood pulsed faster.

“Good job, Monopolis,” the man said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Any resistance?”

“Not much,” Duke Monopolis replied.

The man’s fingers tapped lightly against the stone armrest.

“That Wyvern King tried to force his way,” Duke Monopolis added.

“Did you kill it?” the man asked.

“No.”

The tapping stopped.

“Why?” His voice remained calm, but the air seemed to grow colder.

“Baron Ethan was there,” Duke Monopolis answered.

Question marks seemed to form across the man’s face. His brows furrowed slightly.

“Baron Ethan?” he repeated. “Shouldn’t he be busy fighting that creature?”

“I do not know what happened,” Duke Monopolis said honestly. “But they appeared to form a truce.”

He paused for a moment, then added quietly, “The Wyvern King also managed to take a human form.”

The man froze.

For the first time, his expression cracked.

“What?” he asked slowly.

Duke Monopolis met his gaze. “That is what I saw.”

Silence filled the chamber. Even the hum of the runes seemed to falter for a brief moment.

“Why did you leave such future trouble behind?” the man asked, his voice low.

“Because I was not confident,” Duke Monopolis replied.

The man turned fully toward him.

“What do you mean?”

“I could have tried to kill both the Wyvern King and Baron Ethan,” Duke Monopolis said. “But something in Baron Ethan’s eyes told me I would fail.”

The man’s eyes sharpened.

“Those eyes did not carry despair,” Duke Monopolis continued. “They were calm. As if he already knew he could escape. Or even fight me.”

A faint sigh escaped the frail lips of the man seated in the chamber.

“He is becoming quite a headache,” he murmured. Then his lips curled slightly.”However…”

He lifted his hand, and the pearl floated gently into the center of the rune circle.

“It is fine,” he said. “All the pieces have been gathered.”

The runes flared brighter, and the blood surged violently.

“We only need to assemble them,” he continued. “And then…”

His eyes gleamed with cold ambition.

“Ruthiana will witness the true peak of authority.”

A sinister grin spread across his face as the chamber trembled, and the ancient monoliths groaned softly, as if responding to his will.

……..

“Wow!”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a flying beast!”

“Run! We are under attack! Ring the bell!”

Chaos erupted across the Blanks territory as dozens of massive flying figures appeared in the sky. Their shadows swept over houses and streets, blocking the sun for brief moments. Wings beat the air with deep, heavy sounds, and every flap made people’s hearts pound harder.

A sense of dread washed over the citizens.

No one understood what was happening. Until now, the territory had been peaceful. Ever since Baron Ethan took control, not a single large-scale threat had reached their land. And yet, out of nowhere, enormous flying creatures were circling above them.

People screamed in terror and pulled children into their arms. Shopkeepers abandoned their stalls and ran for cover. The alarm bell rang wildly, echoing through the streets.

Just as panic threatened to spiral out of control, armored figures rushed in from all sides.

The Barony Guards moved swiftly and in perfect order. Shields were raised, banners were planted, and commanders stepped forward with loud, firm voices.

“Citizens! Everyone calm down!”

The shout cut through the noise like a blade.

“These are not unruly monsters,” another guard announced. “All of them have been tamed.”

“No harm will befall you,” the captain added, his voice steady and confident.

“Henceforth, they will live in the region behind the mountain.”

The words spread quickly from mouth to mouth.

People slowly stopped running. Some peeked out from behind doors and carts. Others lifted their heads and looked up again at the sky. The fear did not vanish at once, but it eased, replaced by shock and disbelief.

“Tamed…?”

“So they are not attacking?”

“Did the Lord really bring them here?”

Whispers filled the streets as the flying figures began to move away, heading toward the distant mountains behind the territory.

……

Behind the mountain, the land had been reshaped.

A vast area had been carved open, forming a new nest for the wyverns. Jagged stone platforms rose naturally along the cliffs, wide enough for massive bodies to rest upon. Deep caverns were hollowed into the mountain walls, their entrances broad and tall, allowing even the largest wyverns to enter with ease.

The ground below was layered with hardened stone and packed earth, strong enough to withstand claws and heavy landings. Tall rock spires stood like pillars, giving the wyverns places to perch and watch over the land.

Two enormous man-made lakes lay at the center of the region.

One was filled with cold, clear water drawn from underground springs while the other carried hot water with steam rising from it, and its surface reflected the sky like a mirror.

Wyverns dipped their wings and bodies into it, washing off dust and blood as they rumbled softly.

Warm mist curled upward, filling the air with heat.

Several wyverns lay half-submerged, their scales glistening as they relaxed, letting out low, contented growls.

Above, wyverns flew in slow circles, surveying their new home. Some landed cautiously, while others roared to mark territory.

At the highest peak of the region, two figures stood side by side, looking down at the scene below.

“Is this okay?” one of them asked quietly.

“Yes,” the other replied after a moment with a brief nod “It’s more than enough.”