Chapter 152: The King’s Companions
The city of Portentia was quiet. Too quiet. The purple beacon that had painted a giant target on the plaza was gone, its purpose served. The streets, once a chaotic battlefield, were now empty, the remaining players having either fled in terror or bent the knee to their new, terrifying monarch.
Nox stood on the courthouse balcony, the morning sun glinting off the polished, dark plates of his Infernal Monarch armor. He felt... good. The massive influx of EXP and stats from his "conversation" with Theron’s army had settled in, a deep, resonant power that hummed under his skin.
He looked down at his new status.
[Designation: Nox]
[Level: 45]
[Title: The Butcher of Portentia, etc.]
[Unallocated Stat Points: 50]
’Fifty points,’ he thought. ’Need to be faster. Always faster.’ He dumped them all into Agility without a second thought.
[Agility: 72 -> 122]
The world seemed to sharpen around him, his perception of time slowing just a fraction. It was a good feeling.
He turned as Serian, Vexia, Elisa, and Mela entered the throne room. They looked... different. The past two days of constant battle and preparation had forged them into something new. They moved with the quiet confidence of a seasoned war council.
"The city is secure," Vexia reported, her voice as crisp and efficient as ever. "Our scouts report no significant Candidate activity within a fifty-mile radius. It seems your... demonstration... was effective."