As the magical enhancements took hold, Sylas observed the transformations with a growing sense of satisfaction.

Within minutes, Sardias, Ares, and Redel had changed—not just in power but also in appearance.

No longer did they resemble the metallic, humanoid constructs they had once been. Now, they stood before him looking fully human, albeit with an aura that hinted at something far greater.

"Right now, they can move with me without gathering too much attention."

"As long as they do not encounter a level four mage or a level three mage with specialization in illusion and alchemist mage, they could not be understood."

"They will look human to others."

Sylas thought; he then looked at Ares and smiled.

Ares had taken on the appearance of a towering man, with a physique that spoke of immense strength.

His long, dark blue hair flowed over his broad shoulders, giving him a commanding presence. With his height and formidable build—well over two meters—he looked like a warrior from an ancient legend, his human-like appearance now masking the raw mechanical power within.

"The name fits him more and more with his size." Sylas whispered and turned to look at Sardias.

Sardias appeared to be in his early thirties, with striking crimson hair that caught the light and gave him a certain fierce elegance.

His features bore a resemblance to Redoran’s: a face marked by intensity and focus, with piercing eyes that hinted at the fire and destruction he could now unleash.

This new form suited him, reflecting the flame-infused enhancements that Sylas had carefully selected.

"Fire is really cool-looking, I guess."

"He does look like Redoran because of the crimson hair; if he visits, he will be shocked to see Sardias."

He then looked at the last general of himself, Redel.

He, on the other hand, looked the youngest, with white hair that was almost ethereal. He was slender and stood with a poised grace, his appearance suggesting late twenties at most.

His aura was cool and controlled, perfectly mirroring the ice-bound magic that now pulsed within him.

"Yeah, he does look like a prince of cold and frost; his demeanor has changed too; his having a demeanor is something important. In the end, demenaor is a characteristic of a living being."

Sylas smiled to himself as he studied his generals.

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Their transformations had gone beyond what he had envisioned, aligning seamlessly with their new powers. Despite their human forms, Sylas knew they were still his mechanical creations, refined to a near-perfect state.

“Well,” Sylas began, his tone both amusing and approving,

“It appears you three have changed quite a bit.”

Each of them kneeled before him once more, their expressions solemn.

Ares spoke first, his deep voice resonant with newfound depth.

“We are grateful for these changes, Master Sylas. With this new strength, we will be able to execute your will more effectively than ever before.”

Sylas smiled.

"He cares about my orders more than his new body and intelligence."

Sardias nodded, adding,

“This new form feels right, like an extension of my purpose. I feel the fire within me now—controlled yet ready to ignite at your command.”

Redel looked up with a hint of admiration in his gaze.

"Thank you, my lord," he first said and then continued.

“The ice... It feels as if it is an extension of myself, something I can wield with perfect precision. Thank you again, Master.”

Sylas nodded, satisfied.

"Good. These new forms will serve you well. Remember, your strength is not just for the battlefield but for the growth of the Sylind Empire itself."

All three of them bowed their heads in unison.

“We understand, Master.”

"Then rise, Sardias, Ares, and Redel."

Sylas’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Sylas nodded with satisfaction.

His goal had been to create not just powerful warriors but intelligent beings capable of interpreting and executing complex plans.

Redel’s response was reassuring; it confirmed that the enhancements had affected not just their physical forms but their cognitive abilities as well.

"Good, I can feel with ease that they are smarter than most of the humans; they should be able to complete complex orders and capable of abstract thinking.”

Sylas thought, a proud smile playing at his lips.

"Understanding orders with clarity and executing them without question are essential; my generals remember that," he said to the trio.

Sardias, the flame-hearted of the trio, spoke up next, his crimson gaze focused.

"The changes have deepened our awareness, Master. I now feel each spell's potential, the intricacies of combat, and even the larger strategies. We can analyze more efficiently and adapt to unpredictable situations.”

Ares, the towering figure of strength, nodded, adding in his resonant voice,

“We feel... refined..."

Sylas felt a sense of accomplishment hearing this.

He knew that with their minds, Sardias, Ares, and Redel would be able to lead entire battalions if the need arose, respond fluidly to complex threats, and recognize subtle cues that might influence the success of their missions.

“Perfect, the Sylind Empire’s vision has become even closer to reality.”

Sylas said, his eyes gleaming with ambition. He had invested power, intelligence, and loyalty in each of his creations, and now they were ready to shape his plans with insight and adaptability.

Each of his commanders bowed. Sardias, with a fierce smile, said,

“Then, Master, give us your orders, and we will carry them out without fail.”

Sylas smiled, knowing he had built not just an army but an elite force with unwavering dedication and the minds to match their strength.

“Let’s make our mark on the world.”