Vahn's physical form coalesced on the Nuclear Dragon Sword right before Lilith. He wore a serene, satisfied smile, utterly unbothered by the immense mental exertion he had just undergone.
"It is done, Lilith," Vahn announced. "We are returning. The Barbarians would soon be begging to become my subjects."
Lilith could say nothing more. She simply stared at the forest below, trying to reconcile the terrifying nature of his power with his casual demeanor. She was secretly, profoundly impressed. To subdue an army of two thousand elite warriors without shedding a single drop of blood, by simply manipulating their subconscious fears and desires—this was the power of a true, frightening King.
Hours later, when the sun shone brightly above the Royal Palace in the Misty Valley, Vahn and his wives stood on the main balcony, looking expectantly at the towering, obsidian gate.
