Following Nibla's announcement, every eye in the room fixed itself squarely upon Mohg.
To be perfectly honest, Mohg felt a momentary wave of unease. Whether in this life or his previous one, he had never stood before a scene quite like this. But as he looked down at the faces below—filled with expressions of profound gratitude and unwavering resolve—he felt a sudden, calming stillness settle over his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Mohg spread his arms wide.
"I am the Lord of the Blood Dynasty, the Blood Lord Mohg! I thank you all for joining the Mohgwyn Dynasty! But I must be plain with you: I cannot promise you an easy life. We are the foundation of this Dynasty, and the path we tread will be fraught with hardship. However, I can promise you this—those who have scorned and oppressed you shall pay a price in blood!"
With a sharp motion, Mohg slashed his wrist. Blood sprayed out in the next instant, flowing steadily toward the ground below.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! Let the injustices of the past be paid in blood!"
Beside him, Nibla, Horuf, and the other commanders mirrored his actions, their voices joining his in a thunderous chorus.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! Let the injustices of the past be paid in blood!"
The soldiers below erupted with the same roar, their voices shaking the underground chamber.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! Let the injustices of the past be paid in blood!"
Once the ritual was complete, Mohg spoke briefly about the ideals of the Dynasty—how every member was a brother and sister-in-arms. After inspiring the troops, he slowly made his exit.
As for rewards... the blood blessing they had received upon joining the Dynasty had already purged their old wounds and granted them a new lease on life, significantly boosting their strength. Any further advancement would have to wait until they earned merit on the battlefield.
Nibla watched Mohg's every move. To his veteran eyes, some of Mohg's actions still felt a bit green, but the young Lord possessed a genuine charisma and a natural capacity for leadership. The ideal Dynasty Mohg described was a vision worth following; at the very least, Mohg possessed the fundamental qualities of a true sovereign.
It was enough to make Nibla feel that his future—and that of his men—was no longer a hopeless void.
"My Lord, what is our next move?" Nibla asked, turning to Mohg.
"Hmm... we'll head straight to the underground world using the blood pool. By the way, will the commotion we just made cause any trouble?" Mohg asked, a bit after the fact.
Nibla shook his head. "We are deep underground, shielded by the ocean above. Furthermore, I've ordered my men to use the power of the storm to mask our presence. You need not worry, my Lord."
Mohg nodded. "Then let us go. Our next objective is the Eternal City in the deep."
"Wait, I'm going too?"
Lansseax spoke up, sounding uncertain as she realized Mohg was looking at her.
"Of course. You are an indispensable part of this operation."
"Is that so? Oh-ho-ho-ho!"
Hearing Mohg's words, Lansseax couldn't help but strike a pose, her hands on her hips as she let out a boisterous laugh.
"Pillar, I'll leave the defense of this area to you," Nibla ordered.
"It is my honor, sir."
"Lange, you stay as well. Assist Sir Pillar with the guard duty."
"Understood, Lord Nibla," Lange replied after a brief hesitation.
Mohg noticed the knight's slight delay but didn't pay it much mind. He knew a bit about the man—mostly from what Horuf had told him. Lange's primary loyalty was to Nibla personally. This made him different from the other veterans who joined because of Nibla's reputation; those men were driven by a hunger for revenge or had nowhere else to turn, and since the blessing came from the Dynasty itself rather than Nibla, their loyalty to the throne was more secure.
Still, as long as Nibla remained faithful, this skilled Banished Knight would remain a reliable asset.
"Let's go. I'm eager to see the site for my Dynasty."
With that, Mohg was the first to step into the blood pool. Horuf and the others shared a look before following suit, with Lansseax being the last to enter.
Splosh!
"My Lord!"
"Rise."
Mohg gave a slight nod to the Blood Warriors guarding the pool. He gestured for them to stand and stepped out of the immediate area into the open air.
Brilliant, dazzling stars dotted the sky above and below, a sea of light so vast it was almost disorienting. Upon closer inspection, however, one would realize these stars never flickered and never moved. This was the signature of the Eternal City—an artificial starlight that created an eternal night. Only the Nameless Eternal City lacked this view.
They were currently standing beneath the Eternal City of Nokron. This area had once been under Nokron's jurisdiction, but unfortunately, much of the infrastructure had been destroyed, roads included. Between the ruin and the presence of the Ancestral Followers, the Nox had simply abandoned this sector, leaving it entirely to the followers of the Ancestral Spirit. The two groups had always maintained a relatively decent relationship, after all.
Mohg shed his Mimic Tear disguise, reverting to his true Omen form.
"You'll likely encounter the Ancestral Followers on the road ahead," Mohg warned. "They are quite hostile toward outsiders. It would be best to give them a wide berth."
"And what about you, my Lord?" Horuf asked, sounding concerned.
Mohg shook his head gently. "They won't harm me. In a sense, we are of the same kin. Lansseax?"
"Yeah? What do you want?" Lansseax asked, turning her head toward him.
"Now is the time for you to prove your worth," Mohg said with a serious expression. "Take these men and fly them over there."
He pointed toward the distant horizon, toward the location he remembered as the future site of the Mohgwyn Palace. Lansseax stared at him, a few mental question marks popping up over her head. This was the "indispensable" role he mentioned?
"Don't look at me like that. Why else would I bring you down here?" Mohg shrugged.
"No! I refuse! Looking at the scenery of the Eternal City is one thing, but letting these guys ride on my back? Impossible!"
"When did I ever say I'd let them ride on your back?" Mohg asked, scratching his head in confusion.
Horuf and Nibla, who had looked momentarily excited, now looked equally confused.
"I haven't even had a turn to ride you yet; why would I let them? Just grab them in your claws and carry them over."
"Oh... I see. That works!"
A satisfied, slightly wicked grin spread across Lansseax's face as she turned her gaze toward Nibla and Horuf. The expressions on the two men's faces froze instantly.
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