Vahn presented the spectacular Heaven Grade dagger, Hecate, to Lilith. It was a masterpiece of shadow and steel, radiating pure, lethal darkness.

"This is Hecate. I have made it only for you, Lilith," Vahn said, handing it to her with a warm, genuine smile that dismissed all the barriers between them.

Lilith took the dagger. Its cold surface felt immediately right in her hand, like an extension of her own Darkness Dao. The profound gesture—a Heaven Grade weapon, personalized to her soul—shattered her usual reserve.

A soft smile touched her lips. Without a word, Lilith leaned forward and pressed a quick, feather-light kiss onto Vahn's cheek.

Vahn was genuinely stunned. Never had he imagined the ever-aloof Saintess would take the initiative for such an intimate gesture. Nonetheless, he was happy, feeling the bond between them deepen significantly.

[ Congratulations! Your Physical and Emotional connection with Lilith Moonveil have increased ]

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[ Rewards Gained: Darkness Affinity +120%, Prince Of Darkness (Title) ]

The brief moment of intimacy did not go unnoticed. Both Eterna and Seraphina pouted dramatically, standing side-by-side.

"Papa, that's not fair! Lilith got a black dagger!" Eterna complained, crossing her tiny arms.

Seraphina chimed in, her warmth edged with playful jealousy. "Yes, My husband. After all the cultivation we did together, and the hard work I'm doing refining pills, where is my reward? It seems the Grandmaster only favors those who wield darkness."

Vahn chuckled, enjoying the rare, warm family dynamic. He immediately agreed to their demands after a few more warm-hearted exchanges, knowing that fortifying his Queens was as crucial as forging weapons for his army.

"Be patient, wife. I will make something for you too."

Vahn quickly turned back to his forge, his Heaven Grade skills allowing for rapid, high-level creation.

For Eterna: He crafted a Talking Doll. It's a small, intricate figure imbued with a playful spirit array. It could move, speak, and follow Eterna wherever she went, instantly becoming her protector and friend. Eterna instantly hugged the doll and happily named it Lulu.

For Seraphina: He crafted a magnificent, Heaven Grade Scepter of Radiance. It was forged from solidified light essence, perfectly matching her elegance and Light Affinity, dramatically amplifying her Holy Light Arts and healing capabilities.

Seraphina smiled brilliantly, holding the scepter which now hummed with pure energy. This time, she didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and gave Vahn a deep, lingering kiss on the lips. It was a deliberate gesture that was both affectionate and provocative toward Lilith, as if physically demonstrating her closeness to their Husband.

"Don't you dare forget who is waiting for you in the Royal Bedchamber tonight, My King," Seraphina whispered against his lips, her eyes twinkling with triumph before she retreated, clutching the new scepter.

Lilith, holding the powerful Dagger of Hecate, watched the exchange. Her internal conflict was on full display: jealousy warred with the immense gratitude and loyalty she felt toward Vahn. She knew Seraphina's kiss was meant to provoke, but she refused to be defeated by a simple display of affection.

Lilith met Seraphina's gaze with a cold, challenging look, then turned to Vahn, the Dagger of Hecate gleaming ominously in her hand.

"Don't ever use that kind of childish provocation again, Seraphina," Lilith said. "It doesn't suit you."

After saying that, she left.

Seraphina sighed helplessly, before turning to Vahn.

​"Husband, you will have to work hard," she said in encouragement.

​Vahn raised an eyebrow, genuinely amused. "Oh, what's this? You're encouraging me to pursue another woman, Wifey?"

​Seraphina moved closer, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "My Husband is such a licentious person. What else should I do?

Besides," she continued, her voice softening, revealing a depth of character Vahn treasured, "we may be wielders of opposite elements, but I know Lilith is a good person. I even admire her strength a lot. And after learning about her tragic past, I feel we can be good sisters."

​Vahn nodded, his heart swelling with affection for his gentle Queen. Seraphina was not just accepting Lilith; she was actively trying to heal the broken Saintess and integrate her fully into the family.

​"Then I guess I will have to work hard," Vahn affirmed, kissing Seraphina's forehead.

"Ooh, papa, papa. Give Eterna one kiss too." Eterna joined in excitedly after noticing the exchange.

"Yes, come here, Eterna. I will give on to you as well."

With the emotional complexities settled, Vahn busied himself once again with his craft, eager to create something truly spectacular. Something this world hadn't seen yet.

​Seraphina and Eterna, recognizing the intensity of his concentration, bid him goodnight and left as it was getting late.

​Vahn returned to his forge, his Nascent Soul providing him with unparalleled control over the flames and the runes.

While Vahn worked in the forge, Ezekiel received the report: the Rock Fist Tribe had submitted immediately upon receiving the ultimatum and witnessing the fate of the Serpent Clan. The conquest was moving at an unprecedented pace.

​It was now Day 5. Ezekiel, leading a unified force of Barbarian, Serpent, and Clan recruits, marched toward the Iron Hand Clan, known for their ruthless tactics and strong, well-equipped defense. Unlike the Serpent and Rock Fist, the Iron Hand Clan had a regional alliance and were unlikely to break from simple intimidation.

​Ezekiel knew this required a direct display of the Dynasty's overwhelming power.

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​Ezekiel bypassed the diplomacy entirely. He ordered Longus and the Barbarian Vanguard to simply charge the Iron Hand's fortified mountain pass.

​The Iron Hand Leader, confident in their defensive formations, watched in horror as the Barbarians, empowered by an invisible, demonic spiritual force, slammed into their ranks. The Iron Hand's defensive Earth Grade Arts shattered like glass against the sheer, physical power and the terrifying spiritual pressure applied by the Ghost Commander's spectral troops.

​Ezekiel, however, showed his strategic brilliance. He did not let the Barbarians slaughter them. At the height of the battle, he unleashed his terrifying Ice Lotus Burst, not on the enemy, but on the Barbarian Vanguard, encasing them in powerful, non-lethal, stabilizing ice.

​Ezekiel stepped forward to the terrified Iron Hand Leader. "My King commanded minimal bloodshed. Look at your failure, and look at the power I wield to control even my own Vanguard."

​Ezekiel then offered the usual ultimatum, showcasing the Pill of Advancement. The Iron Hand Leader, witnessing the barbarian shock troops being controlled by a single youth and facing inevitable destruction, broke.

​By the end of Day 5, the Iron Hand Clan and its allied territories had sworn allegiance. Ezekiel had successfully conquered three major clans and tribes in three days. Oslan was fracturing under the weight of the Necrotic Dynasty's irresistible combination of fear, power, and promise.

However, the rapid, overwhelming success of the Necrotic Dynasty's expansion in Oslan did not go unnoticed. Their actions finally drew critical attention from an outside force.

​Beyond the green plains of mountains and towering trees, lay a more structured political entity: a Kingdom.

​In the crystalline, towering throne room of the ice-bound capital, a royal advisor delivered the alarming news to King Belmont, the massive, imposing ruler of the Frost Giant Kingdom.

​"Your Majesty, we noticed significant unrest in the border of the Great Oslan Plains," the advisor reported with concern. "There are already hundreds of refugees taken shelter in our Kingdom. They said a New King has risen there. He is a terrifying figure who commands the Barbarians and spectral ghosts. They claim the local Clans had no choice but to obey his power."

​King Belmont was a giant whose skin shimmered with a pale, icy blue and whose breath carried a visible chill. He listened everything with cold clarity. The Frost Giant Kingdom had always viewed the isolated Oslan Plains as a buffer zone, a chaotic land of barbarians and squabbling clans that presented no threat. The sudden emergence of a unified, rapidly expanding power was an immediate strategic threat.

​"A new King?" King Belmont rumbled. "And he commands barbarians and ghosts? This is not the work of a local chieftain. It suggests an outside influence, or the awakening of an ancient power."

​The King stood, his sheer size dominating the chamber. "The Oslan Plains will not be allowed to unify under an unknown ruler. That land is strategically vital to our southern defense. We will not tolerate a strong, unpredictable rival on our border."

​King Belmont issued his command, the words echoing with chilling finality:

​"Send the Icebreaker Legion. They will first patrol our border and verify these claims. If this 'Necrotic Dynasty' is indeed unifying the Clans, they will send a diplomatic ultimatum: Submit to the protection of the Frost Giant Kingdom, or be crushed."

​"Wise orders, Your Majesty. I shall pass it down," said the flattering minister.

​"Wait!" Just then, a beautiful female Ice Giant entered the court. She carried both elegance and an undeniable aura of power. This was Princess Selena, King Belmont's daughter.

​"Father, I wish to go and meet this King. Please give me your permission."

​King Belmont furrowed his massive brows. "And why do you wish to go there, Selena?"

​Princess Selena met her father's gaze without hesitation. "Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, Father. I wish to see if this King has what it takes to give me a strong child."

​The statement was brutally frank, a pragmatic approach common among powerful royal lines who valued bloodline purity and strength above all else.

​"If he's capable, we wouldn't need to waste our forces. I can bring him to our side peacefully. A union of the Frost Giants and this new power would secure our borders forever."

​King Belmont had no objection to her reasoning; it was a faster, cheaper path to conquest.

​"Very well, you can go. But if he's unappreciative of your offer, or if his power is merely illusionary, don't hesitate to kill him. The Frost Giant bloodline needs strength, not weakness."

​Princess Selena bowed, a predatory gleam in her icy blue eyes.

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