Chapter 137: The Overlord’s Dominion
Butler Jeffrey, though visibly puzzled, responded with as much clarity as he could, "Around 100 I think. All of them are Commanders under the Empire’s banner. And Young Master Izroth, he was also a Mythical Rank powerhouse. Why do you ask, Young Master? Could it be that you have secured an ally of that level?"
Igaris stood up from his seat slowly, his expression unreadable but eyes gleaming with purpose.
"No, I haven’t," he replied. "But it doesn’t matter. The time has come, Butler Jeffrey. It’s time to take a territory for ourselves. And we will begin with Stargaze City."
Jeffrey’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
Before he could receive an answer, Igaris had already moved. With a single step, he reached the window and leapt out. A gust of wind surged behind him as a pair of translucent wings formed at his back, crafted entirely from compressed wind essence. They flared open with power and grace, catching him in the air effortlessly.
High above the city, Igaris hovered in silence. He looked down at Stargaze City, its rooftops stretching into the horizon. The streets bustled, unaware of the change about to descend upon them.
Then, it happened.
A pulse. A low hum in the air.
"Buzzz!"
A pressure, unseen but overwhelming, poured down from the sky like a crashing tide. It wasn’t an attack, not yet. It was a message. A declaration.
All across the city, people reacted.