God-Tier Evolution-Chapter 14: The Price of Power

Ezra stood atop the ruins of Darius' fortress, gazing at the battlefield below.

Thousands knelt before him, their loyalty no longer a matter of choice.

It was fear. It was submission.

And yet—

The hunger gnawed at him.

> [Abyssal Consumption: 80% Assimilated. Full Evolution Nearing.]

The stolen power of Darius boiled within him, reshaping his very being.

His body felt stronger, faster, sharper—

But something else lurked beneath the surface.

A voice, soft but insistent.

"More... devour... take everything..."

Ezra clenched his fists, shaking off the intrusive thoughts.

Now wasn't the time.

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A Throne to Claim

The newly conquered warriors stood uneasy, waiting for his next command.

Among them, the generals of the Iron Lords stared at their new ruler.

One man, a battle-scarred veteran in bloodstained armor, stepped forward.

"We submit, Lord Ezra," he said, his voice firm. "But the kingdom still stands. The Iron Lords had other fortresses, other armies. They will regroup. And they will seek vengeance."

Ezra smirked.

"Let them."

His words sent a shiver through the soldiers.

"From this day forward, you do not serve the Iron Lords."

His abyssal aura surged, washing over them like a rising tide.

"You serve the Abyss."

> [New Quest Unlocked: The Abyssal Dominion]

[Objective: Conquer the remaining Iron Lords' territories. Reward: Evolution Advancement.]

Ezra's eyes gleamed.

It was time to claim everything.

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The Tyrant's Counterattack

Far away, in the Golden Citadel...

The throne room shuddered with power as the Tyrant rose.

His golden eyes blazed like molten fire.

"Darius is dead."

His voice was ice.

"And an unknown fool dares to claim his throne?"

His generals stood silent, awaiting his decree.

Then—

The Tyrant raised a single hand.

"Burn his kingdom."

A legion of knights, clad in gold and crimson armor, kneeled in unison.

A storm was coming.

And Ezra—

Would soon be caught in the middle.

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March of the Abyss

Ezra stood before his army, gazing over the thousands of warriors now sworn to his rule.

They had once fought for the Iron Lords—

Now, they served the Abyss.

But submission was not enough.

He needed conquerors, not cowards.

"Darius is dead," Ezra declared, his voice cutting through the wind like steel.

"The Iron Lords are no more. But their fortresses remain. Their gold, their armies, their lands—they belong to me now."

A murmur spread through the ranks, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

They had fought for the strongest, not the unknown.

Ezra smiled.

They needed proof?

He would give them a king.

> [New Skill Acquired: Abyssal Command]

[Your presence now exerts direct influence over lower-ranked warriors.]

His aura flared, a crushing wave of darkness rolling across the field.

The weak collapsed to their knees.

The strong gritted their teeth, trembling.

None could deny it now.

Ezra was their ruler.

And soon—

The world would know it too.

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The First Siege Begins

The march was relentless.

Ezra's army moved like a shadow across the land, absorbing smaller warbands, crushing all who resisted.

Their first true target—

Blackfang Fortress.

A fortress of steel and stone, housing one of the last loyal generals of the Iron Lords.

A man known as Lord Garrik the Executioner.

A warrior who had once executed a hundred prisoners in a single day.

A butcher.

Ezra grinned as he stood before the fortress gates.

"Garrik," he called out, his voice carrying across the battlefield.

"Come out and die."

Silence.

Then—

The gates creaked open.

A figure stepped forth, clad in heavy armor, dragging a massive cleaver behind him.

Lord Garrik.

He gazed at Ezra with a cruel smile.

"You're bold, boy," he growled. "But I'll have your head for my collection."

Ezra chuckled.

"Try."

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A Clash of Titans

The battlefield erupted into chaos.

Ezra charged first, Abyssfang humming with stolen power.

Garrik met him head-on, his cleaver crashing down like an executioner's axe.

CLANG!

The impact sent a shockwave through the air, soldiers staggering from the force.

Ezra twisted, striking with inhuman speed.

Garrik blocked, but his armor cracked.

His grin faltered.

Ezra saw it—

And he laughed.

"Is that all?"

Garrik snarled, swinging again.

This time—

Ezra didn't dodge.

He caught the cleaver with one hand.

Garrik's eyes widened.

Impossible.

Ezra leaned in, whispering—

"My turn."

Abyssfang sank into Garrik's chest.

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Darkness exploded outward.

The Abyss devoured.

And Lord Garrik the Executioner—

Was no more.

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The Fall of Blackfang Fortress

The battlefield fell silent.

Lord Garrik's lifeless body slumped to the ground, his massive cleaver slipping from his grasp.

His soldiers—once steadfast warriors of the Iron Lords—stared in horror.

Their leader, their strongest warrior—devoured by the Abyss.

Ezra stepped forward, his crimson gaze sweeping over the fortress walls.

"Blackfang Fortress belongs to me now."

> [New Territory Acquired: Blackfang Fortress]

[Fortress Attributes: High Walls, Iron Armory, 2,000 soldiers, Food Stores: 80% full]

[New Skill Unlocked: Abyssal Dominion – Conquered lands are absorbed into your influence, strengthening your presence.]

Ezra turned to the remaining soldiers.

"Swear loyalty, or join your master in the Abyss."

They hesitated.

Then—

One by one, they fell to their knees.

The fortress was his.

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A Faint Whisper in the Dark

As Ezra stepped into the fortress keep, something stirred within him.

The Abyss pulsed, whispering in a language only he could hear.

"More... take more... devour... evolve..."

He gritted his teeth.

The hunger was growing.

Each battle, each kill—the Abyss grew stronger.

But was he in control?

Or was it controlling him?

For now, it didn't matter.

There was still more to conquer.

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The Tyrant's Gaze

Far away, in the Golden Citadel...

A scout knelt before the Tyrant, trembling.

"My lord," the man whispered, his voice shaking. "Blackfang Fortress... has fallen."

The Tyrant's golden eyes narrowed.

"And Garrik?"

"Dead. Consumed by Ezra."

Silence.

Then—

The Tyrant smirked.

"So, the boy has teeth."

He turned to his generals, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Send the Blood Reapers."

A ripple of unease spread through the room.

The Blood Reapers—elite assassins trained in the art of killing.

Unseen. Unstoppable.

The Tyrant leaned back on his throne.

"Let's see if our Abyssal King can survive the night."

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Ezra strengthens his hold over Blackfang Fortress.

The Abyss grows restless, urging him toward his next evolution.

The Blood Reapers are coming—will Ezra see the attack before it's too late?

The war has begun.

And Ezra has just made his first true enemy.