As Zairon and the Roc soared through the sky, the landscape below changed from rolling hills and rivers to sprawling forests and distant mountains. The wind rushed past his face, and the power of his spirit beast coursed through him, invigorating his senses. His mission was clear: he was not merely expanding his influence within these cities. His ultimate goal was much grander—he was preparing for an eventual conquest that would transcend the boundaries of this world and reach beyond to Raur.
The city that had requested his presence lay ahead. It was a bustling metropolis, far more established than the ones Zairon had conquered previously, with towering spires and a labyrinth of streets filled with merchants, warriors, and all sorts of people. As Zairon descended from the sky, the citizens paused, their gazes drawn to the magnificent Roc and the figure riding it—the one who had united cities, crushed criminals, and instilled fear and respect alike.
Upon landing, a group of dignitaries approached, led by the city's ruler, a tall man with graying hair and a calm demeanor. He bowed deeply as Zairon dismounted, his eyes never leaving the beast that had just touched the ground. The sight of the Roc was enough to strike awe into even the most hardened of leaders.
"Lord Zairon," the ruler said, his voice respectful yet tinged with curiosity, "It is an honor to meet you. We've heard much about your conquests and the prosperity you've brought to the cities under your rule. We wish to discuss an alliance—one that will benefit both our people and yours."
Zairon smiled, his piercing eyes scanning the gathered officials. He could sense the uncertainty, the wariness in the air. They weren't sure whether they were dealing with a conqueror or a potential ally. They had heard of his strength, but the true depth of his ambition was something that had yet to be revealed.
"I am glad you've recognized my efforts," Zairon replied, his tone smooth yet firm. "But your proposal—how do you see this alliance working? What exactly are you offering me?"
The ruler hesitated, as if carefully choosing his words. "We have vast resources, soldiers, and influence over the surrounding territories. We are willing to pledge allegiance to you, recognizing your power. In exchange, we seek protection and support in times of need. Our enemies are growing stronger, and we need a strong leader like you to ensure our survival."
Zairon considered the proposal, his mind whirling. On the surface, it was an attractive offer—resources, manpower, and an alliance that would further cement his growing empire. However, he knew that mere protection wasn't enough. He was not interested in simply ruling over cities and territories. He was preparing for something far greater.
"This is a reasonable offer," Zairon said, his voice casual but carrying an underlying power. "But I must be honest with you—I am not simply interested in controlling cities. I do not seek just alliances with those who cower behind walls for protection. My goal, my true aim, is not limited to this world."
The ruler blinked in surprise. "What do you mean, Lord Zairon?"
Zairon stepped forward, his gaze intensifying. "This world, with all its cities, territories, and kingdoms—it is just the beginning. I've conquered cities, united armies, and eliminated the filth that plagues our streets, but this world is not the end of my ambitions. My true target... is Raur."
The gathered officials exchanged uncertain glances, clearly unaware of what he was referring to. Zairon's words had caught them off guard, but they couldn't deny the intensity in his voice, the conviction in his eyes.
"You see," Zairon continued, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, "I am not just a conqueror of cities. I am a conqueror of worlds. The gates to Raur, to realms beyond this one—they are within my reach. And once I have taken control here, there will be nothing stopping me from conquering not just this world, but all worlds connected to it. I will unite all, under one banner."
A murmur spread through the crowd. The ruler stood silent, processing the enormity of Zairon's words. Then, slowly, he nodded. "I see now," he said quietly. "You aim for more than just this world... you want to rule all of it."
"Exactly," Zairon replied, a faint smile creeping onto his face. "And I would rather have allies who understand that and are willing to rise with me, not just those who seek safety behind walls."
The ruler bowed once more, this time with a sense of understanding in his eyes. "We will stand with you, Lord Zairon. We will join you, for the future you speak of—one where we rise above our petty wars and struggles. Together, we will stand at the pinnacle."
Zairon nodded approvingly. This was the kind of alliance he sought—those who understood the grander vision, those who would be part of his empire's future. He wasn't interested in weak, fearful allies. He wanted those who would follow him into the unknown, those who would stand by him when the gates to Raur opened and the true battle began.
"You've made the right choice," Zairon said, his tone carrying an unmistakable weight. "But understand this: you will be tested. This isn't just about loyalty—it's about strength. Only the strongest will survive under my rule."
The ruler and his officials all nodded, clearly realizing the gravity of what they had just pledged to. They were not merely joining a force; they were signing up for something far greater.
"Now," Zairon continued, "prepare yourselves. We will begin preparations to expand further. Our next target will be the cities beyond this one, and soon, we'll have enough power to look beyond this world to Raur."
With that, Zairon turned and mounted the Roc. The mighty beast stretched its wings wide, and Zairon rose into the air, his new allies below him, and his sights firmly set on the future.
This was only the beginning.