The next morning dawned pale and misty, the faint glow of Genesis Embers pulsing through the Rootsite's flora like a heartbeat.
Clayton stood at the outskirts of his domain, Regalia in spear form resting against his shoulder. His humanoid form was tense yet calm, eyes fixed on the horizon.
Today would not be about consolidation or leadership; it would be about arming his people, strengthening their ability to fight and survive.
He was no longer just an Awakened warrior.
Now, he was a Verdant Lord, a sovereign who ruled over a budding enclave.
He no longer worried just about himself. Now, he worried about his warriors, his friends, and the civilians who sought refuge in his territory.
This was why he resolved to arm his warriors today.
And it was why he had a conversation with them yesterday, consolidating their experiences and understanding of how the system worked.
