The Sovereign Legion assembled once more—this time, not for battle, but for ascension.
Zairon stood before them, his cloak fluttering in the cold wind atop the obsidian stage at the heart of the Legion's base.
"The time has come," he said, voice low yet thunderous, "to establish command. True command. The Sovereign Legion shall not rely on me forever."
Promotions & Hierarchy Declared:
Zareth was formally titled High Commander – Directly beneath Zairon, he now commanded all combat operations.
Maruna was declared Shadow Warden – Leader of the Assassin Division and intelligence network.
Gareth assumed the role of Iron Vanguard – Supreme head of the frontline warriors and training regimens.
Lena took the title of Sanctum Keeper – In charge of all healing operations, spiritual restoration, and medic squads.
Each of these four chose their own Vice-Captains, handpicked from among the elites who had proven themselves in battle.
Squads were now grouped under Divisions—Warriors, Assassins, Archers, Healers, and Support. A rotating training system began, overseen by vice-captains, and supervised by the faction heads.
Zairon's Farewell & Orders:
Zairon, standing before the entire Legion, now tens of thousands strong, spoke with piercing eyes:
"From today, you will operate without me."
"I expect by the time I return…"
"At least several of you should reach C-Rank."
"This city—no—our city** should be cleansed of all trafficking operations.**"
"Expand our influence. Enforce order. Train like demons. Grow like monsters."
"This territory must kneel before the Sovereign Legion."
He turned, beginning his departure, his cloak flowing like a shadow made from night itself.
"I will return soon. And when I do... you'd better impress me."
As he disappeared into the horizon, the Legion fell silent for a breath.
Then Zareth stepped forward and shouted:
"You heard him! MOVE!"
The city would soon tremble—not from chaos—but from the order of a new Sovereign era.