“My Lord,” Gran began cautiously,

“is something troubling you? You seem... deep in thought.”

Sylas gave a small smile, acknowledging Gran’s perception.

“I was thinking about Rudmer Island,” Sylas said.

“The Silver Empire has handed it over, but that’s only the beginning."

"We already spoke about the matter of systems; I just think that some people would not like us gaining power."

Gran nodded.

“Yes, my Lord."

Sylas glanced at Gran, sensing he had more to say.

“Tell me about your thoughts.”

Gran hesitated for only a moment, then spoke.

“I’ve been considering the people who already live on Rudmer Island and people who are our enemies."

Sylas touched his chin and then nodded. Gran then continued.

"The dangers from Dark Father are stopped because of Third Circle protection."

"They do not want to cross them to avenge their members or become enemies."

Sylas nodded.

"True."

Gran then takes a small breath and makes a fist.

"The problem, the real problem, Snow Elves and Frozen Realm..."

"I remember the time we killed one of their frozen shapeshifters; despite knowing that it was sent to us by Dark Father, it is still a problem."

"Also, the ambush of the Snow Elves and Frozen Realm should be a big thing."

"You have killed many, and they have shown their direct animiosity with us."

Sylas’s smile widened slightly.

"I needed to protect myself in the end."

Gran nodded and kept his silence this time.

Sylas, on the other hand, continued as he looked outside from the window.

“Gran. That’s why I rely on you. But don’t forget, I think integrating magic into our governmental system will be best."

"It will be best for our government at the same time as our need for more power against the Frozen Realm and Snow Elves."

"As you said, we will need more to protect our lives and, at the same time, the lives of our citizens."

Gran’s eyes widened slightly at this.

“Magic... to govern?”

Sylas nodded.

“Yes, magic to govern and enforce our rule and increase our power against our enemies."

"Rudmer Island is vast, and traditional methods of control won’t be enough."

"We’ll need to innovate, to use magic in ways that haven’t been done before.”

Gran remained silent for a moment, processing the implications.

“That would give us an advantage, my Lord. The island’s people wouldn’t know how to resist something like that.”

“Exactly,” Sylas said, his voice quiet but filled with certainty.

“We’ll weave our influence into every corner of that island, and before long, Rudmer won’t just be an independent state under the Sylind Family. It will be the heart of something much greater.”

Gran nodded, impressed by Sylas’s foresight.

“I see, my Lord. Then we’ll begin preparations immediately. I’ll start by studying the officials and power brokers already on the island, and we can figure out how best to use them."

"I believe if we add something that they could not refuse, something to increase their power via magic, they would be easily swayed."

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Sylas stopped for a moment, his eyes growing serious.

“Good. But first, there’s something I need to do alone.”

Gran looked at him, slightly confused but knowing better than to question his lord.

“Of course, my lord.”

With that, Sylas ordered the warriors to stand down, leaving Gran and the others behind as he left the carriage and ascended into the sky to confront the strange, three-armed creature that had appeared.

"This creature should be a level four creature."

"He made it sure that I was the only one who could sense him."

"He did not attack or try to ambush me."

"Others can not fight or resist against it."

Sylas thought.

The reason for him to leave Gran and others for the time being is simple. As he was talking to Gran, he felt a powerful magical energy source that was hidden with deep and complex magic.

The hidden magic can only be sensed by the target, or the stronger mage than the one casting to hidden magic.

Sylas knew that he was the target.

As Sylas soared into the sky, his figure cutting through the air with effortless grace, his thoughts were momentarily scattered.

"So, a humanoid, three-armed, and red-colored creature..." Sylas thought as he looked at the source of the magic energy and the caster of the spell.

It was flying in the sky without any kind of problem.

The sudden appearance of the three-armed, monstrous creature stirred an uneasy curiosity within him.

As the creature’s laughter echoed in the open air, Sylas’s eyes narrowed.

"You are invited to the meeting of Gerfe Concord," the creature said, its voice deep and almost mocking.

Sylas, always calm in the face of the unknown, couldn’t help but ask,

“What is the Gerfe Concord?”

The creature, still hovering before him, stretched its three arms wide as if welcoming Sylas to a grand secret.

"It’s a gathering, a meeting of the brightest mages across different realms. We are not bound by race, nation, or alliances. What unites us is genius—those who have achieved breakthroughs beyond the limits of their kind.

"The Concord exists above the petty squabbles of empires and territories. We deal with the larger forces that govern the fabric of reality itself."

Sylas remained silent for a moment, processing the weight of this revelation.

A gathering of geniuses—mages who surpassed the limits of their race, their society.

It was tempting, but Sylas wasn’t one to be easily swayed by grand titles or mysterious offers. He needed more.

“And why invite me?” He asked, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

The creature grinned, its monstrous face twisting in an unsettling display of amusement.

“Because you’ve drawn attention. The way you’ve risen so quickly, the power you’ve displayed—it's caught the eye of several members."

"They believe you could bring... an interesting dynamic to the Concord. We don’t invite just anyone. You’re considered one of us now, whether you accept it or not.”

Sylas’s mind raced, but his outward demeanor remained composed.

“What’s the price of this invitation?”

The creature’s grin faded, replaced by a more serious expression.

“Nothing... yet. But understand, when you become part of the Gerfe Concord, you will be expected to contribute. Genius must be shared, whether through knowledge, power, or influence."

"You will be among equals—minds as sharp, and in some cases sharper, than your own."

"But don’t mistake this for an alliance of friends. The Concord is a place of competition, growth, and, at times, betrayal.”

Sylas folded his arms, floating in midair, his thoughts dancing between opportunity and caution.

He had no interest in entering something blindly.

"Yet, the promise of such a gathering—where power and knowledge could be exchanged with the greatest minds—was undeniably alluring." He thought and then nodded.

"Where is this Concord held?" he finally asked.

The creature waved its hand, and a shimmering portal appeared in the sky, faintly glowing with an iridescent light.

"When the time is right, you’ll know. For now, consider this an invitation—one you can accept or ignore at your leisure. But know this, Sylas: opportunities like this are rare."

"You’ve been noticed, and whether you choose to join or not, the Concord will be watching.”

With that, the creature’s form began to dissipate, its figure turning into a black mist that was swallowed by the portal.

Sylas hovered in place, the shimmering gateway still lingering in the air before him.

It pulsed with magical energy, calling to him, but he didn’t move.

For a few moments, he simply hovered, his mind calculating. This was no ordinary offer.

The Gerfe Concord was not merely a gathering of power—it was an opportunity to stand among the best, to push the boundaries of magic in ways he hadn’t even dreamed of.

But it was also a risk. If he entered that world, he would be putting himself in the crosshairs of those who might want to exploit or destroy him.

After a few more moments of contemplation, Sylas made his decision.

His serious eyes flickered, and with a flick of his wrist, the shimmering portal disappeared.

There would be time to consider this later.

For now, he had more pressing matters to attend to—like the conquest of Rudmer Island and establishing his place in the mortal realm.

The Concord could wait.

Returning to the ground, he saw Gran and the mechanical warriors standing by, awaiting his command.

Gran raised an eyebrow, sensing something had shifted in his lord.

Sylas didn’t say anything immediately but gave a small, confident smile.

“Let’s continue,” Sylas said,

“There’s still much to be done.”

Gran nodded, not pressing for details, though his curiosity was evident.

Sylas could feel the questions bubbling beneath the surface, but he would leave those unanswered—for now.

There was no need to reveal the invitation just yet.

Not until he was certain of what his next move would be.

As the carriage resumed its journey toward the western shore, Sylas leaned back, his mind already turning over the possibilities of what the future held.

Whether it was the Sylind Empire or the Gerfe Concord, one thing was certain—Sylas’s rise to power was only just beginning.