"Let's begin."

The group began conversing, many proposals and propositions, and though at first she was quiet, Dalia soon began feeling comfort, in both the future of her clan and of her future personally.

Damon was left peacefully sitting upon his throne as the women were amidst their preparations.

After hours of discussion, laying his head back upon the velvety cushion which constituted the outer layer of Ember’s Adamantine Orb, Damon was peaceful. He listened to the discussion passively, nearly nodding off many times during the debates, before a final plan was found.

“Sir Steel, we, I mean, I would like for your profound self to soar through the skies of Vynareth as your cherished troops march on the Kingdom.” She stopped, and though it was unseen, under her fur a blush appeared, before continuing shakily, “I would like to, umm, descend with you, in whatever way you deem fit, Sir. And if it isn’t too much, I would very much like for you to announce our arrival, and subsequently the arrival of the new Legion of Steel! And of course to your namesake, Sir Steel.”

She blushed furiously, this time visible beneath her platinum fur, nearly passing out, balking for a time before timidly resuming her pitch, “As discussed, with the announcement, Vynareth, Lepus-Chalybe, and twenty of the kingdoms under the Chromatic Council will be absorbed into the Legion of Steel. With you, the Dragon King, at the head of this multi continental union, the might will be clear.” She felt happy with her request.

“I think that’s perfect. We will embark when you all deem best for the plan.” Damon was smiling though Dalia’s was far wider, and was passionately gazing at him.

Though she was suddenly alerted by Elyra. “We have also decided on something else, Damon.” She spoke firmly, though a sultry tone was present, drawing an intense burst of crimson from the group who had the discussions. “Of course, if you accept, you will also mention your ensuing grand marriage to Dalia Steel-Paw, the soon-to-be Queen of the renamed Ursinae Kingdom, as well as the Queen of the newly named Leporidae Kingdom, Elyra Lalabune, me. And Dalia, but you already married her.” She was pouting slightly in a teasing manner, “Maybe you’ll marry a few others as well, but that's for you to decide.” She grabbed the other two and pulled them gently, though quickly, towards him.

“That’s a wonderful idea! This wedding shall be grand, indeed. Maybe I’ll marry every queen.” Damon joked to himself. He was giddy, he didn’t even have to act and he had three consorts, who apparently had little qualms with him expanding his harem.

“Yes dear, you’ll have fifty wives before the week then.” She sidled her way onto his lap leading the others to follow.

Damon was happy, though he saw something, and spoke sincerely, “Don’t let this make you think I’ve forgotten about you two. Ember and Dirpe, would you like to be wed to me?” He asked.

“Yes!” The voices of both women sounded out before they jumped upon him.

Damon was left embraced by his five soon-to-be wives, sufficiently whelmed with joy he fell asleep with the arms of the woman.

As he was asleep, he heard a booming voice within his head. “That’s more like it, Mr. Steel.”

The sudden voice waking him from his slumber perfectly coincided with two notifications of great importance, and with them he was in a stupor.

Damon nearly passed out from his shock. That was for five? What would he get for fifty? He was curious, but the second was superbly convenient. After seconds, he could see through tens of thousands of constructs scattered around a rather large portion of the world. The Greater Constructs were all enormous, each being the size of a large Dragon and having the strength of one too.

They were a variety of monstrous creatures, as well as humanoid figures like knights, though each were well over twenty feet tall.

And with the title, the lands he ruled over would have bountiful harvest for the rest of their days, somehow. And the skill all but ensured the absolute loyalty of all beings under him. The highest level skill he’d gotten so far was basically a mind control spell. Damon wasn’t too sure how to feel, other than happy he wouldn’t be betrayed.

Because he was bored, he accepted two of the Legendary Skills.

He was shocked once again, but not nearly as much as before. Hoping to continue his luck, he accepted two of the Legendary Artifact Draws.

He was left wide eyed. He knew what a Dragon Turtle was, they were terrifying when your enemy, but this one would be his pet. And an ancient one at that. The Barrel would be greatly useful for his new skill, obviously so. He then accepted one of the Transmigration Starter Kits.

He was happy with what he'd gotten, but the Egg intrigued him greatly. Would it be another new pet? Hopefully so. He then put all the points he’d saved into Agility, bringing it to 775.

Damon rose from his throne, awakening the women who were still asleep, and stretched his form. With Omnikinesis, he picked Dalia up and brought her to his chest, and as she rubbed her eyes open, she was met with the smiling face of Damon Steel, her husband, which still shocked her. But also the one who was going to make her a queen. That was completely unthinkable even a week ago. She looked into his eyes and couldn’t look away.

He went to speak, as she was waiting with bated breath on each syllable.