By midday, the royal capital had beco a distant shape behind them.
Its towers slowly disappeared beyond the low hills, leaving only the road ahead and the long procession moving across it.
The convoy stretched far along the old northern route.
At the front rode royal scouts and mounted guards, checking the road, treelines, bridges, and hilltops before the main force reached them.
Behind them moved the five Warhounds.
Their engines growled steadily as they advanced over stone, dirt, and uneven patches of road. Each machine rolled forward with a weight that made the ground tremble faintly beneath its tracks.
Behind the Warhounds ca the LEFH battery.
The artillery pieces had been secured for travel, pulled by reinforced teams and guarded by Elarion soldiers who allowed no one too close.
Lucien’s carriage traveled near the center of the Elarion formation.
Malen rode close by, never far enough to be called relaxed. Elarion’s elite soldiers marched around the carriage with disciplined silence, their eyes constantly moving.
The royal section of the convoy followed nearby.
The Royal Guardian’s carriage remained visible ahead, simple in appearance but surrounded by the kind of respect even kings could not demand easily.
Crown Prince Cassian rode with his escort.
Princess Elena’s carriage moved behind him, its curtains occasionally shifting whenever she observed sothing worth noting.
Above all of them, Aurethar flew.
The golden dragon did not remain directly over the convoy. Sotis he flew ahead. Sotis he circled lazily in the distance. Sotis his shadow swept across the entire road, causing horses to stiffen and soldiers to look up despite themselves.
Lucien watched the dragon’s shadow pass over the Warhounds.
For a mont, steel and scales occupied the sa road.
It was a strange picture.
Ancient power above.
Manufactured power below.
And sowhere ahead waited the Supre Mage Council, where both would be judged.
A knock sounded against the carriage door.
"My lord."
Lucien turned.
"Enter."
Malen stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
The peak knight took the seat opposite Lucien.
"The formation is stable. No trouble from the rear wagons. The artillery crew reports all pieces are secure."
"Good."
Malen glanced outside.
"The royal mages are still watching the Warhounds."
"They have been watching them since we left the palace."
"One of them tried to sketch the suspension system."
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"What happened?"
"Our engineer stood in front of him until he stopped."
A faint smile appeared on Lucien’s face.
" Very Effective."
"Simple thods are often best."
For a short while, only the sound of the convoy filled the carriage.
Hooves struck the road.
Wheels creaked.
And engines rumbled.
While n shouted short orders from one section to another.
Eventually Malen looked toward Lucien.
"The Guardian has requested your presence at the next halt."
Lucien leaned back slightly.
"Did he say why?"
"He said you are about to et half the world and should learn their nas before they begin judging you."
Lucien stared for a mont.
Malen’s face remained completely serious.
"He seed pleased with himself."
"I am sure he was."
"He also asked that Prince Cassian and Princess Elena attend."
Lucien looked out the window again.
"So the briefing begins."
"Yes."
Malen’s gaze followed his.
Ahead, the road curved toward a stone bridge crossing a wide river.
The convoy would likely halt there.
Malen continued, "The summit is no longer simply about presenting Elarion’s weapons."
Lucien nodded.
"It is about choosing where Elarion stands."
"And who stands near us."
The words remained in the air for several seconds.
Lucien thought of the Mythic Quest.
Five alliances.
International recognition.
Industrial ascension.
Population.
Military modernization.
The System had not given him a battlefield objective.
It had given him a civilization’s foundation.
"The Air Branch and Naval Branch changed the shape of the future," Malen said.
Lucien looked toward him.
"Skyforge and Seastar."
"They are no longer ambitious plans. They are requirents."
Lucien nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Malen’s eyes moved toward the sky, where Aurethar’s golden wings flashed through clouds.
"The sky is empty."
Lucien followed his gaze.
Only the dragon ruled it.
For now.
Malen’s voice lowered.
"If flying machines can observe enemy movent, guide artillery, and carry ssages faster than riders, then any army without them will be fighting half-blind."
Lucien studied him for a mont.
"You understand that faster than most generals would."
"I have seen your artillery change distance. I have seen machine guns change infantry. If n can take war into the sky, commanders will eventually have to think in three directions instead of two."
Lucien smiled faintly.
"Lucas would be proud."
Malen’s expression stiffened.
"Do not compare to Lucas."
"He is very competent."
"He also enjoys paperwork."
"Well that much is true."
Malen looked almost offended by the possibility.
The faint amusent faded after a mont.
"And the navy?" he asked.
Lucien looked west, though the sea lay far beyond sight.
"We will need a coastline."
"We do not have one."
"We will."
Malen accepted the answer imdiately.
There was no hesitation.
Only the quiet understanding of a man who had watched the impossible beco scheduled construction.
The carriage slowed shortly afterward.
Outside, orders moved through the convoy.
The Warhounds ca to a halt near the stone bridge, engines idling with deep chanical breaths. Soldiers spread out. Scouts crossed the bridge and checked the far side. Royal guards ford a periter while servants prepared a brief midday al.
Lucien stepped down from the carriage.
The air near the river was cooler.
Water rushed beneath the bridge, flashing silver beneath the sun.
The Royal Guardian stood beside a folding table that had already been set up near the roadside. A large map covered its surface, held in place by carved stones.
Cassian stood with arms folded beside him.
Elena waited on the other side, notebook open.
The mont Lucien approached, the Royal Guardian tapped the map.
"You are late."
Lucien glanced at the sun.
"The convoy stopped three minutes ago."
"You should have anticipated my impatience."
Cassian looked away.
Elena smiled into her notebook.
Lucien sighed.
"I will improve."
"Good."
The old man looked far too pleased with the exchange.
Malen stood behind Lucien, silent and alert.
The Guardian’s finger moved toward the eastern side of the map.
"We begin with Aetheris."
Lucien looked at the marked territory.
"The Arcane Kingdom."
"The greatest magical nation among humans," the Guardian said. "Its capital is built around seven floating towers, each one belonging to a different school of high magic."
Elena’s pen moved imdiately.
Cassian’s expression beca more focused.
The Royal Guardian continued, "Aetheris is ruled by Mage-King Arveth Solmire. Brilliant, patient, proud, and dangerous in the quiet way of n who believe history naturally bends toward them."
Lucien studied the map.
"How strong are they?"
"Strong enough that most kingdoms avoid offending them unless necessary."
The Guardian tapped the map again.
"They produce more high-ranking mages than any human power. Their academies attract noble heirs, gifted commoners, foreign scholars, and anyone desperate enough to survive their entrance trials and fees."
Cassian added, "Their archmages are the real weight behind the throne."
The Guardian nodded.
"Correct. Aetheris believes magic is the highest expression of civilization. Their roads are enchanted, their lamps glow with mana, their towers float because they can afford to make stone arrogant."
Elena paused writing.
"Stone arrogant?"
"It floats above everyone and expects admiration."
Cassian laughed quietly.
Lucien looked toward the Warhounds parked nearby.
"Then they will look down on Elarion’s machines."
"At first," the Guardian replied.
His gaze sharpened.
"Then they will beco uncomfortable."
Malen spoke from behind Lucien.
"Because machines do not require mana."
"Exactly."
The old man turned toward him.
"Aetheris understands power through talent, bloodline, mana capacity, rare knowledge, and individual mastery. A mage of great talent can spend half a lifeti becoming powerful."
Lucien completed the thought.
"Elarion manufactures power."
The Guardian smiled.
"That sentence will trouble them more than your cannon."
For a brief mont, no one spoke.
The river continued rushing beneath the bridge.
The Warhounds idled nearby, their engines rumbling like sleeping beasts.
Elena looked toward them.
"An archmage takes decades to produce while a cannon can be built repeatedly if the infrastructure exists."
"Yes," the Guardian said. "That is why Aetheris will question you carefully. They will want the principles behind your machines. The designs of it. The materials used. The production thods. The weaknesses."
Cassian’s gaze hardened.
"And so will try to obtain them without permission."
"So expect spies"
"Naturally, at least so attempts before breakfast and definitely more after it."
The Guardian said it as if discussing weather.
Lucien turned slightly toward Malen.
"Security around the Warhounds and artillery remains restricted. No foreign mage, scholar, priest, envoy, noble, or curious idiot is allowed near them without Elarion approval."
Malen nodded.
"Already enforced."
The Guardian looked amused.
"Good. You may survive the first breakfast."
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"Only the first?"
"Let us not beco overconfident."
Elena quietly wrote that down.
Lucien noticed.
She did not look ashad.
The Guardian’s finger moved north across the map.
"Now Valdris."
Cassian’s expression changed imdiately.
This was no longer a distant subject for him.
This was military.
"The Military Kingdom," Lucien said.
Cassian nodded.
"Valdris has the largest standing army among the human powers. Their nobles serve as officers. Their academies train command, tactics, fortification, riding, logistics, and siegecraft from childhood."
The Royal Guardian continued, "Valdris does not worship war like fools do. They study it. That makes them far more dangerous."
Malen’s attention sharpened.
"What is their army built around?"
"Heavy cavalry, disciplined infantry, strong fortresses, and siege engineers who are almost good enough for dwarves to complint privately."
A rough voice ca from nearby.
"Privately is doing a lot of work there."
Everyone turned.
Ironbreaker walked up from the artillery wagons carrying a tal travel mug.
Lucien looked at him.
"Weren’t you inspecting the gun carriages?"
"I finished."
"Already?"
"They were less wrong than expected."
Cassian stared at him.
"Is that praise?"
"For humans, yes."
The Guardian chuckled.
Ironbreaker took a drink and looked at the map.
"Valdris soldiers are stiff-backed ironheads, but they know how to run an army. Their supply lines don’t collapse every ti soone sneezes, which puts them above half the continent."
Malen gave a small nod.
"That is valuable."
"It is rare," Ironbreaker corrected.
The Guardian returned to the explanation.
"King Roderic Valdran is old, but his mind remains sharp. His son, Prince Kael, is the one you should watch carefully."
Lucien looked at him.
"A reforr?"
"Yes."
Cassian spoke this ti.
"Prince Kael has pushed for standardized equipnt, permanent officer schools, better supply wagons, field hospitals, signaling systems, and organized reserves."
Lucien’s eyes narrowed slightly.
That was not ordinary feudal thinking.
That was the beginning of an institutional military.
Malen seed to reach the sa conclusion.
"He will understand Elarion faster than most."
"Exactly," the Guardian said. "Aetheris will ask what your machines are. Valdris will ask what they can do, how many you can build, and what they cost to maintain."
Lucien looked toward the Warhounds.
"Useful questions."
"Useful and dangerous," Cassian said. "Valdris respects strength. If they believe Elarion can reshape war, they will not ignore you."
"Ally or rival?" Lucien asked.
The Guardian smiled.
"Possibly both."
Ironbreaker snorted.
"That’s how politics works when everyone wants the sa hamr."
Elena looked up.
"And Elarion has brought a new hamr."
Lucien watched the northern road.
Aetheris would hunger for knowledge.
Valdris would hunger for strength.
Both could beco doors.
Both could beco threats.
The System had demanded alliances with major powers.
It had not promised those powers would be comfortable allies.
The Guardian leaned closer, lowering his voice slightly.
"Rember this, Lucien. Every power at the summit will look at Elarion through its own desire."
Lucien turned toward him.
"Aetheris wants knowledge. Valdris wants military advantage."
"Yes."
"And Elarion?"
The old man’s eyes glead.
"That is what they will try to discover."
Before Lucien could reply, a great shadow passed over the bridge.
Aurethar descended slightly, circling above the river with lazy arrogance.
His wings scattered sunlight across the water.
Several royal horses shifted nervously.
Ironbreaker looked up.
"Show-off."
Aurethar’s voice rumbled down.
"I heard that, little hamr."
Ironbreaker raised his mug.
"Good. Your ears still work."
The golden dragon snorted, sending ripples across the river below.
The Guardian looked completely unsurprised.
"Dragons will be another lesson."
Lucien glanced upward.
"I expected that."
"No," the Guardian said. "You expect Aurethar. That is not the sa as expecting dragons."
Aurethar circled once, then climbed higher.
Lucien understood the warning.
One dragon was an ally.
Several dragons were politics with wings, pride, mory, and claws.
The halt ended soon after.
Commands moved through the convoy.
Soldiers returned to formation.
Servants packed the folding table.
Engineers climbed back into the Warhounds.
The engines roared louder as the machines began moving again.
Lucien returned to his carriage, but his mind remained on the map.
Aetheris.
Valdris.
Two nas had beco more than ink.
The journey had barely begun, yet the summit already felt closer.
Not in distance.
But in weight.
The convoy crossed the bridge and continued north.
Steel tracks rolled across old stone.
Royal banners snapped in the wind.
Above, Aurethar’s golden shape drifted through the clouds.
Lucien looked ahead through the carriage window.
Sowhere beyond the next roads, the world was gathering.
And Elarion was finally walking toward it.
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