Arc of the Souls Chapter 77: Arc 3, Chapter 1 - The Son Tyrant

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“….” In the darkest area of Planet Veyronia, a supreme ministry held together by the Elders of the Dark Intrinium. A meeting took place, accompanied by Lord Veyron, King of Veyronia and leader of the Dark Intrinium. “….” “Surely- we will raise the efforts and defense budgets, the programs have been flowing excellently, and our partnered distributors will be pleased with our results. A new era is of coming.” The Elders, though mysterious, are the Veyronia Federation Court. When the King is absent, they make sure to circulate the planet and its people. They hold a high standing in the Dark Intrinium Army, however, representing a senior authority, their experiences have allowed them to create mission planning and future campaigns. Since they are not directly involved in the army, all processes are finalized by Lord Kytan Veyron. “….” “With the Tivula campaign, we will be able to send out more manufacturers. Resources are limited however, Tivula is not so much as a valuable planet – just more territory for us to expand upon.” Third Elder said. No Elders’ faces could be seen in the room, it was pitch black with only dim lights scattered over Lord Veyron’s seat, this was an act of respect, showing that the only person of interest is the King himself. “But why Tivula? More contested space is beneficial but only when the space itself has use- that sand planet has nothing remotely important, and its people are just peacemakers. We will gain nothing. What of the advancements on Testharia?” Second Elder said. “….” “Lord Veyron had assigned this campaign; we are not at the discretion of discussing the reason. Our Lord has decided that Tivula has become a planet we must conquer.” Fifth Elder said. “I reckon Lord Veyron can see the importance of this planet; thus, we must contest it. The Tivulans are not under any protective jurisdiction so efforts will be nil. I will assign Berserker Orsin to be the commanding leader of this campaign.” “…” Lord Veyron had not said word this entire meeting, he seemed spaced out, unaware, was he even conscious? He sits with both hands resting on his chin – what was he thinking? “My Lord, you seemed inattentive, does something trouble you?” First Elder spoke, raising his concerns for Veyron’s lack of communication. “A Soul Artifact, Tivula has a Soul Artifact.” Words finally came out. “Pardon, a Soul Artifact?” First Elder responded. Veyron stood up, scattered lights dimming over his face. “Tivula will be conquered, I expect nothing less. This meeting is now over.” He turned to the shadows and made his exit. - The King’s palace, a Veyron’s palace. Contrasting with what the Eria’s bestow, several gold accents with marble-lized flooring using vanta black etching. Paintings placed down huge corridors, white pillars dense as glaciers. It was such an ordinary palace but meaningful at that. Kytan could only call it home, the key difference between what Sachiel Eria possesses and what Kytan Veyron doesn’t: no familial presence, it was only Kytan. The center of Ky-Capital, The Palace of the Veyron, houses only just Kytan – ironic. It did not entirely lack any form of life, butlers and maids moved around the place to keep it at its most pristine and functional appearance. Some wait within the throne room but it had been unused for years now, showing the lack of interest Kytan has for such a grand honor. Kytan walked down the big hall, footsteps echoed, clicking against the marble floor. Butlers and other palace servers populated the hall, they immediately moved out of the King’s way, bowing for high respect. “My Lord.” They say. “….” He made his way to the throne room, hoping to reminisce about the past, the time when he wasn’t king. Upon entering, it was a huge room, empty, silence was especially loud, the dead could echo. The room was not vacant, a woman, a maid, had some cleaning supplies. She was in the middle of dusting off painting frames and the marble floor. It looks like she was doing this all alone. It didn’