Chapter Fourteen: Binding the Elven Army
Crow stood before the kneeling sea of elven warriors, his golden eyes gleaming with quiet authority.
The system whispered to him:
[Skill Activation Available: Divine Controller — Absolute Submission Attempt]
[Success Chance: 25% Per Use]
[Targets: S, B, and C-Rank Elves]
[Warning: Multiple Attempts Possible Until Total Domination]
Crow smiled faintly.
This was no gamble.
It was inevitability.
He lifted his hand casually.
"Submit," he commanded.
Golden light exploded from his palm, surging like a tidal wave over the elves.
Hundreds cried out, their bodies shuddering as the Divine Controller's force seized their hearts.
[Divine Control Attempt — 25% Success Rate Applied]
[Result: 126 Successful Bindings]
In a blink, over a hundred elves bowed even lower, their heads touching the ground, eyes glazed in blissful submission.
The remaining elves—still resisting—trembled harder.
Crow didn't even flinch.
He activated it again.
The golden aura struck them once more, ripping through magical defenses, shattering pride.
[Divine Control Attempt — 25% Success Rate Applied]
[Result: 140 Additional Bindings]
More collapsed into complete devotion, tears streaming down their cheeks, murmuring soft oaths to their new Master.
Sasha stood silently behind Crow, watching with calm admiration as her Master shaped destiny itself with nothing but his will.
Crow moved forward a single step, standing over the few dozen that still resisted, mostly the highest-ranked S-class elites.
Their bodies shook with the effort of defiance.
Crow's eyes narrowed, gleaming brighter.
One last time, he activated his power.
Boom.
[Divine Control Attempt — 25% Success Rate Applied]
[Result: 244 Final Bindings]
The last of them crumbled under the weight of his authority.
Even the proudest, most stubborn elf swordswomen collapsed into full submission, their weapons clattering from numb fingers.
Now the entire city of Sylveria — every elf — had been bound.
Mind, body, and soul.
They knelt before him, breathing heavily, but peaceful now, as if the fight had been burned out of them completely.
Crow surveyed his new army.
Hundreds of high-rank elves — elite warriors, mages, and rangers — their natural beauty and strength eclipsed only by the loyalty that now radiated from them.
One of the former commanders — a tall, silver-haired elf with an intricate emerald armor — crawled forward, her violet eyes wide and reverent.
"Master..." she whispered hoarsely. "Please... please use us as you desire."
Crow reached down and placed his hand atop her head, patting her gently —
a gesture that had become a mark of ownership, a sacred touch for those he claimed.
The elf gasped softly at the contact, shivering in gratitude.
Sasha, still kneeling to the side, allowed herself a faint smile.
Lyravex clung even tighter to Crow's coat, her own expression fierce, as if daring anyone to challenge her place by his side.
Seraphina simply watched, silent and ghostly — but her eyes were locked only on Crow.
Crow turned away from the trembling army without another word.
He didn't need to speak.
They were already his.
And soon...
the world would follow.
Chapter Fourteen End