With the inclusion of the Kanar tribe, the inhabitants of Shadow Breeze, and other refugees arriving every few days, the Empire of Eryndor flourished at an unprecedented pace. The rising sun, more than a daily spectacle, had become a symbol of rebirth. The atmosphere vibrated with positive and hopeful energy.
Tribes once marked by pain and oppression found in Eryndor a welcoming home, where opportunities arose, and dignity was restored.
Orion watched with pride as the people cultivated not only the land but also their talents, wisdom, and purpose.
The plains surrounding the empire transformed into fertile fields, brimming with abundant harvests. Rudimentary agricultural techniques were enhanced with the aid of Primordial Servants summoned by Orion—entities connected to different aspects of creation.
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Status – Orion Oliveira
Title: Guardian of Eternity
Physique: Eternal Primordial Chaos Body
Divine Eyes: Eyes of Chaos Eternity
Soul: Eternal Chaos Soul
Cultivation: ∞
Dao: ∞
Active Ability:
Primordial Servants – Ability to summon powerful beings, each representing fundamental aspects of Creation.
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The inhabitants learned to cultivate rare grains and herbs that thrived only in Eryndor. These crops not only fed the population but also strengthened their health and accelerated spiritual progress.
Irrigation techniques brought crystal-clear water from sacred springs to the most distant fields, ensuring that no seed failed to germinate.
Cultivation classes became a sacred ritual. Young and old from all tribes gathered around specialists and spiritual masters. Orion frequently visited these classes, smiling with satisfaction as he saw his vision flourishing before his eyes.
Traditions, once erased by hunger and war, were reborn in full light.
The Kanar brought tribal dances and ancestral celebrations that now echoed through the empire's squares. Each festival was a celebration of unity—music, stories, offerings, and rituals shared among different cultures solidified community bonds.
At night, Eryndor became a spectacle of light, sound, and life. Bonfires illuminated squares filled with dancers. Orion, always present, had become more than a ruler. He was a living symbol of hope.
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Spiritual advancement accompanied material growth.
Orion encouraged internal cultivation with the same intensity as he stimulated agriculture and coexistence. The Academies of Eryndor, created under his supervision, became centers for training in martial arts, energy cultivation, and spiritual wisdom.
There, each taught movement represented more than strength—it was discipline, balance, and soul expression. Masters taught their disciples to channel Ether with precision and awareness, becoming warriors of body and spirit.
New technologies and tools began to emerge. The use of Energy Crystals to illuminate homes, boost constructions, and power household utensils made daily life more practical and productive.
The Library of the Ancients, now a center for studies, housed books on history, alchemy, botany, arts, and magical cultivation. Scholars gathered in golden halls, debating ideas and discovering new paths for the empire's evolution.
Unity grew.
Old rivalries between tribes dissolved in the face of the greater good. Meetings at the Imperial Palace allowed all citizens to have a voice. The empire ceased to be a collection of tribes and became a true united nation.
During one of these meetings, Orion declared:
"Our empire is strong not by the strength of arms but by the diversity each of you represents. Each citizen is a precious gem in Eryndor's crown."
With each new day, the fields echoed with children's laughter, ovens baked fresh bread, and temples resonated with mantras of gratitude.
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Fifteen years had passed since Orion cast his Time Dao ability over the empire.
Old scars had healed. Pain had given way to peace. The people, once broken, now shone with pride.
In a modest two-story house, Rikan slowly awoke, resisting the winter cold.
As he stretched, he recalled his past.
"Back then, all I wanted was to live without suffering... until Emperor Orion appeared to our tribe as a true savior."
He rose, pushed aside the blankets, and walked barefoot to the kitchen. His life of hunger and deprivation now seemed like an old nightmare.
"I've never gone hungry again," he thought, opening the window to let the light in.
"Good morning, Rikan," said a gentle voice.
It was his wife, Adele, entering with a smile. Her short hair shone under the sun. Her brown eyes, full of love, concealed admirable strength.
"Good morning, dear," replied Rikan, smiling. "Have the children woken up?"
Adele laughed, rolling her eyes.
"They're fussing about the cold. They don't want to leave the blankets."
"Let them sleep a bit more. We still have time before the Emperor's event."
"I know. I came to have breakfast with you," she said, sitting at the table.
They shared a simple but tasty breakfast—the result of Eryndor's community's collective effort.
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At noon, the central square was crowded.
"What will the Emperor announce today?" they whispered among themselves.
Rikan heard a comment from an acquaintance:
"Nix, from the Council, said the Emperor will give the greatest gift in Eryndor's history."
"Really? What kind of gift?"
"Not even Nix knows. Orion let it slip in a meeting but didn't give details."
Conversations buzzed. Rikan returned to Adele's side, thoughtful.
"Greatest gift?" he reflected. "For me, the gift was escaping the life we led before. But... I hope it's something for our children's future."
He held the newborn in his arms while the eldest ran around, laughing loudly.
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At 1 PM, the Council members ascended the stage. Suddenly, time seemed to stop for a brief second. When everything returned to normal, Orion was already seated on his throne.
With flaming hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a majestic white and blue kimono, he crossed one leg over the other, radiating divine presence.
Silence fell over the crowd. Even after fifteen years, Orion's celestial beauty was still overwhelming.
Noticing this, he softened his aura so no one would faint from excessive reverence. Still, some citizens trembled before the magnitude of his presence.
With a gesture, he molded reality around him, becoming visibly more "human."
Then he spoke:
"Good afternoon, my people of Eryndor. Today, we are gathered for an event of great importance."
The crowd fell silent, attentive to every word.
"I want my people to be as happy and free as possible. But for that, you need to be strong!"
His voice sounded like a gentle thunder, but each word entered the minds of those present like a ray of wisdom, speaking not to the crowd—but to the heart of each person there.