Damon quickly made his decision. If these guys were all going for a Kingdom, then there was only one thing he could do. He too had to go for a Kingdom and not just any Kingdom. He would have to go for one so big that it would put the others to shame.
Damon's thoughts snapped to a single name.
An empire.
One that had stood for centuries. One that spanned multiple regions. One whose authority was recognized by the Light Faction and countless neutral powers alike.
If he took that…
Damon exhaled slowly, blood essence stirring beneath his skin as plans rapidly formed and refined themselves. His blood avatar was still grinding, still growing stronger by the minute. It was now time for his true body to do something similar.
With that, Damon opened up a Blood Gate. On the other side of the Blood Gate, the hot, dry desert winds blew. "Hello, western deserts." He grinned. The answer to all of his problems was none other than the Great Western Desert Empire.
