My Descendants Are My Power

"People of Cloudview County! The Azure Cloud border needs your strength! We call upon all able-bodied Psychics to answer the call to arms!"

The summons echoed across the land, carried by the wind and amplified by countless voices.

From bustling cities to sleepy villages, the call to action reverberated through every corner of Cloudview County.

Across the county, Psychics of all levels paused, their gazes drawn skyward.

A fire ignited in their eyes, a fierce determination burning bright.

And then, they moved.

Like a river of steel and resolve, Psychics from every corner of Cloudview County converged on the Azure Cloud border.

Some would journey for weeks, their resolve unwavering.

They knew the risks, the possibility of facing insurmountable odds, of making the ultimate sacrifice.

But they also knew their duty.

For on the road to the border, there stood a silent reminder of what was at stake: a sprawling cemetery, a testament to the sacrifices of generations past.

It was a solemn reminder that freedom came at a price, and that the people of Cloudview County had never shied away from paying it.

Blackwood had once possessed a unique trait, a testament to their indomitable spirit: the Azure Cloud Warriors.

Now, that spirit flowed through the veins of every single person in Cloudview County.

They were all Azure Cloud Warriors now.

"Where... where did they all come from?"

A week later, Daniel stood atop Border Town's wall, his jaw slack with astonishment.

Below him, a sea of humanity stretched as far as the eye could see.

Tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands, of Cloudview County's citizens had answered the call.

Psychics of all levels, their ranks bolstered by ordinary men and women armed with whatever they could scavenge, their faces etched with grim determination.

...

On the border between Starlight County and Cloudview County, the combined forces of Starlight County's six major factions, along with the elite warriors of Walker Duke's Mansion, stood ready for battle.

A low rumble shook the ground, drawing their attention to the horizon.

"By the gods..."

"It's the Crimson War God, Jessica! And the Azure Cloud army! They're here! They're here to help us! Why are you shaking?"

"You're shaking too!"

The approaching force was a sight to behold.

Even the battle-hardened warriors of Starlight County watched in awe.

Jon let out a low whistle.

"The Azure Cloud army... they've been forged in fire. They have the heart of true warriors."

Even Chuck, his usual arrogance tempered by respect, nodded in agreement.

"No wonder those Druids are running scared. The Azure Cloud army is a force of nature. You know, old man, maybe joining forces with Azure Cloud wasn't such a bad idea after all."

Together, they watched as the dust cloud approached, resolving itself into a fleet of sleek ability vessels.

The sky rained blood as the vessels, their hulls shimmering with protective formations, descended towards the battlefield.

The Azure Cloud army disembarked with practiced efficiency, their formations holding firm even amidst the swirling dust and chaos.

They wore matching crimson armor, their faces hidden behind visored helmets.

Each soldier carried an arsenal of weapons: seven blood-red spears strapped to their backs, a heavy bow slung across their shoulders, quivers brimming with arrows at their hips.

Their belts were adorned with pouches containing talismans, elixirs, and volatile spheres of condensed psychic energy.

They were armed to the teeth, their movements precise and deadly.

Their faces, though hidden, radiated an aura of cold, unwavering resolve.

It was the look of soldiers who had stared death in the face and emerged unbroken, the look of those who would follow their commander into the heart of hell itself.

A wave of pressure, palpable and suffocating, descended upon the assembled forces of Starlight County.

Even seasoned Psychics felt a shiver of unease, their instincts screaming at them to run.

And then, their gazes were drawn to the figure at the head of the advancing army.

Jessica, the Crimson War God.

Her crimson robes billowed around her like flames, her long black hair whipping in the wind.

Her beauty, normally captivating, was now a weapon in itself, a mask that hid the steely resolve in her eyes.

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled a crimson ribbon from her armor and deftly tied her hair back, securing it beneath her helmet.

Then, raising her voice, she issued a command that echoed across the battlefield.

"Azure Cloud army, advance!"

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As the Azure Cloud army marched forward, their footsteps a thunderous drumbeat, the Psychics of Starlight County watched in stunned silence.

The sheer presence of Cloudview County's forces, their unwavering discipline and raw power, left them speechless.

Azure Cloud.

Unstoppable.

...

Meanwhile, on the border between Cloudview County and Sunshine Mansion, a group of figures watched the unfolding events from a concealed vantage point.

They were masters of stealth, their auras masked, their presence undetectable even to the keen senses of Azure Cloud's two Basic Mastery Psychics.

They were representatives of Sunshine Mansion's three most powerful families: the Kylin Mountain Roberts, the Fortune Sanctum Parkers, and the Golden Valley Duke's Mansion Carters.

Sunshine Mansion was a land of vast resources and powerful factions, a breeding ground for ambitious cultivators and ruthless power struggles.

Among its many factions, the seven great families stood above all others.

Each family boasted at least one Basic Mastery cultivator among their ranks, their influence extending across the land.

The Kylin Mountain Roberts, for instance, were known for their vast numbers and ruthless pragmatism.

They believed in strength in numbers, their family tree sprawling and complex.

Their agents and merchants could be found in every corner of Sunshine Mansion, their fingers in every pie.

This focus on expansion, however, had come at a cost.

Family ties were often tenuous, loyalty a fickle thing.

Victor and Danny's betrayal was a testament to that.

"Gentlemen," Danny said, his voice raspy but steady.

He sat at a stone table, his face pale but his eyes burning with cold fire.

His limbs, severed by Julian five years ago, had long since regenerated, but the damage to his cultivation base lingered.

He was a shadow of his former self, but his ambition remained undimmed.

"I didn't invite you here on a whim," he continued, his gaze fixed on the two men seated across from him.

"I have a plan, a way to make Blackwood pay for what they've done. I've received intel, reliable intel, that the four Druid tribes in Starlight County are prepared for Blackwood's attack. They're walking into a trap."

He leaned forward, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.

"When the time is right, when Blackwood is at their most vulnerable, we'll strike. We'll 'help' them finish the job."

The word "help" dripped from his lips like venom, his true intentions clear.

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