After breakfast, Sylas, Gran, and Redoran sat in relative silence. Redoran finally broke it, saying,

"I need to go and report to the Third Circle. There are things that require my attention."

Sylas, leaning back in his chair, nodded.

"It’s good that you were here, Redoran. We’ve managed to get through some pretty intense situations together."

Redoran smiled warmly.

"I’ll visit from time to time. Don’t think you’ve seen the last of me."

With a final nod and a casual wave, Redoran rose from the table, stepped outside, and took to the sky, flying away from the manor.

After his departure, Sylas closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the calm before his next steps.

When he opened them, his focus returned.

He gathered all the materials he had collected from the Origin Frost King’s corpse, along with those provided by the Third Circle.

Spread out before him were an array of rare and potent magical resources, each pulsating with latent energy.

He started contemplating what to do next—whether to experiment with the materials, develop new spells, or craft items that would bolster his power.

With this wealth of resources, the possibilities seemed endless.

Gran entered Sylas's room and immediately noticed the small but impressive pile of materials neatly organized on the table.

His eyes scanned the glowing mana stones, rare herbs, icy crystals from the Origin Frost King, and other exotic magical components. He let out a small, impressed whistle before turning to Sylas.

"Looks like we've gathered a good amount of materials, my lord..."

Gran commented.

Sylas nodded, his sharp gaze fixed on the resources.

"You're right, Gran. These materials are valuable—more than just their individual worth. They’re the foundation for the next stage of our plans."

Gran shifted slightly, his respect for Sylas evident as he asked,

"What do you intend to do with them, Master Sylas?"

Sylas leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as his mind worked through the possibilities.

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"First, I want to upgrade the mechanical army. These materials will be useful in creating stronger enhancements, refining the constructs, and making sure they’re even deadlier in combat. With the mana stones and magical components, we can imbue the army with elemental abilities—fire, ice, lightning. They’ll be nearly unstoppable."

Gran nodded along, his respect growing with each word. But before he could respond, Sylas continued, his voice becoming darker, his eyes glinting with a mix of ambition and malice.

"And," Sylas said, smiling coldly,

"I want you to contact the Empire Headquarters in the city. It’s time to initiate the eradication of the Fel family."

Gran’s eyes widened slightly, though he quickly regained his composure. The Fel Family, known for their influence and power in the region, had long been an obstacle to Sylas's goals.

Sylas had spoken of their elimination before, but it was always a distant plan. Now, it was clear that the time had come.

"Are we really starting the plan?" Gran asked cautiously, knowing the gravity of what was about to unfold.

Sylas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at Gran. His smile deepened, and his eyes gleamed with determination. "Naturally," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

"We’ve gathered the necessary strength, and they’ve been a thorn in my side for too long. Their time is up. Make sure everything is in place. We’ll crush them, piece by piece, and ensure that no one stands in the way of the Sylind Empire."

Gran bowed slightly, understanding the full weight of Sylas’s command.

"As you wish, Lord Sylas. I’ll begin preparations immediately."

As Gran turned to leave, Sylas sat back, his mind already shifting to the next steps that involve magic instead of empires and nobles.

Soon, the Fel family would be nothing but a memory; the revenge of the Sylind family will be taken by himself.

Despite the fact that in the end he is not from the Sylind family, he already considers himself from the family. Which should be enough for him to take revenge.

Sylas stood in his room, his gaze cold yet calculating as he waited for the arrival of Sardias, Ares, and Redel.

The three mechanical beings, each an extension of his will, entered quietly, their heavy footsteps muffled by the thick winter clothing that covered their metallic forms.

Every inch of their bodies was concealed, even their faces hidden behind masks.

The only hint of their true nature lay in the occasional metallic clink that sounded with each movement.

As soon as they entered the room, all three kneeled before him, lowering their heads in unison.

"Having these is better than having humans with loyalty; loyalty can be lost, but mastery of magic livings and machines cannot be lost."

Sylas thought and smiled

He watched them for a moment, his mind already working through the steps for improvization.

"Sardias, Ares, Redel," Sylas began, his voice calm but commanding.

"I’ve summoned you here today because I’m going to upgrade you. This will be no simple enhancement. The modifications will make you stronger, faster, and more lethal than you have ever been."

Sylas stopped for a second and then continued taking another breath.

However, during the process, you will lose consciousness for a time. Your self-awareness will be suspended, but your will—your loyalty to me—will remain intact."

The three beings didn’t hesitate. Their voices, cold and metallic, echoed through the room in perfect unison.

"What you want to do is your order, and we accept everything from you."