Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 283: Too overwhelming

Things went pretty fast after that. Five Master Knights personally descended into the midst of the army and began to kill the warlord forces like uprooting weeds between plants.

It was a slaughter. What made it quick was that the Black Sun Company was given their own barracks and it was still morning, so it was far easier to catch a lot in one go.

And those that were on patrol or standing guard throughout the place were quickly taken care of by them. It didn’t take three hours for the whole of Black Sun Company to be wiped out.

It was after Atrox witnessed this that he began his second plan, which was to go back to his former base and find a way to disband the gathered warriors.

So before leaving, Atrox called the two chiefs and Valtor close. "The war is over. Get your forces back to your place. I disband them now as the Clan leader. Go back to your places. We will reconvene back at the capital.

"In the meantime, Valtor, you will act as my direct hand in my stead in the capital until I return."

They all bowed to him as they heard his orders. "Immediately let the merchants start working. We need to pull the thread of this Clan together again."

"Hail the Clan leader!"

"All hail!"

Atrox returned to Rikon and its surrounding area. Apparently, the capital Master Knights didn’t want a repeat of what happened before, so they set Eryndor to guard him until he was back in the capital.

It was Eryndor that removed a tattoo of a bird from his hand. The monster bird was big enough for them to stand at its back as they flew above the clouds.

It was far faster than even Pomora’s platform, and soon they reached their destination. Atrox didn’t let them get close for fear of them attacking, so he got into his tower and flew close to the former headquarters of his army.

Takoda and Eamon were waiting impatiently, and when they saw him, they nearly collapsed from relief. They thought he was dead and that was why he didn’t come back earlier. Even though they sent Pomora with him, they were still worried.

When Atrox told them what happened, Takoda directly changed into his beast form to sniff him, checking if he was truly the real one.

Eamon only pointed out that the black tower was still following him, so he must indeed be Atrox. But his news had brought them a surprise they couldn’t believe.

"The war is over!"

"The war is over!"

"The war is over!"

The news spread through the camp, and the warriors didn’t believe it at first until Atrox personally appeared and made the declaration. He even mounted Vorath’s head on a long pole to let them see the betrayal that killed his forces.

The warriors were so overjoyed with relief. Especially the army. They were built on the fundamental foundation that they must protect the Clan. How could they be happy to be fighting their fellow warriors instead of fighting side by side for a common cause?

That day, Eamon brought out wine for the whole of the warriors, food flowed, and there was merriment deep into the night. Everyone was flushed with happiness.

Even Atrox was glad that he stuck his neck out to kill Thrain.

But at some point, he had to escape and ran to the roof. Although Eryndor wouldn’t leave his side, he gave him enough privacy. Atrox was happy for his deed and what happened, but to him, he knew it was only a single step compared to the thousands he would be taking in the future.

"The world is sure vast..." He stared at the moon hiding behind the clouds, the roof of the building cold to his back, but the heat coming from his body was enough to melt any coldness away.

"I saw you head this way," a voice said.

Atrox turned. He knew the voice as well as he knew his own. "Nadia," Atrox said.

She wore both the combination of armor and a dress. She smiled at him and sat beside him. They stood there in silence.

Atrox’s heart felt like someone had taken a knife to it. He felt and knew there was distance between them. It was there when he first came out of prison and was even more so when they met again.

He realized they could never go back to how things were.

Those days when they would talk, laugh, and look for ways to cause trouble during their training time. When she had sworn to be his Knight.

Simpler days. Easy times when his brother didn’t kill her mother.

Atrox cleared his throat. "I killed him. I have avenged your mother."

She smiled sadly. "I know. Thank you."

Atrox nodded. "This war... it’s finally over."

"You sound as if you aren’t so sure."

"Because this is only internal. I know a great storm is brewing from the outside, and it’s going to sweep a lot of things around. I have to make the Clan ready."

They sat there in silence for a while before she spoke again, hesitantly. "I think I am going to stay in the south here for a while. I don’t want to return to the palace just yet. I... just need to stay here for some time."

Atrox didn’t say anything for a long time. "Alright. Tell me the reason."

"There’s a lot of memories I want forgotten in that palace. And I’m sorry, Atrox, it’s also because of you."

His body tightened. "My brother," he replied flatly.

She gave a small laugh. "It’s not that. I know it was your brother that killed my mother, but I don’t hate you, Atrox."

"Then why?" Atrox asked. He didn’t understand.

"It’s because you are too overwhelming. You are like the sun. You have your own force around you that makes everything rotate to your will. You might not know this, but it’s like your ambition overwrites everyone else’s.

"All the people around you have submitted their ambition for yours. It’s too overbearing. Your ambition is barely contained in you. It makes everyone on edge. It’s too overwhelming."