Isn't it?

As he sat upon his throne, Damon was quite happy, snugly embraced as he was, he closed his eyes, and rested peacefully.

As he was loafing in the grasps of his loved ones, he considered Leodas, his journey, and the differences between them. Damon wasn't summoned to save this world, his would be a welcome hand, but he came to this world because he was, apparently, wronged in his old life, and you know what? It was up to him to choose his path. He wouldn’t follow in the steps of the corrupted hero.

As he finished considering his future, he was met with a telepathic message from a familiar voice, with a welcome request.

As Damon resolved himself, he brought the pair closer to him, closing his eyes and executing what was requested of him with excellent grace.

As he finished his tasks, he wished the messenger luck, and drifted off into a restful slumber.

…

At around that time, a multitude of kingdoms were in a ruckus, racing to develop plans or countermeasures, but many more were surprisingly open to the Legion of Steel, completely breaking ties with any who plotted against their massive forces.

In one kingdom, in particular, who had no desire to cooperate with the Dragon King, a grand council was gathered, with many similarly minded rulers and diplomats.

“As we have discussed, the threat the Legion of Steel poses is far too great, and at the beck and call of the horrid Dragon King, the world would surely fall if it were to succeed. Unfortunately, over twenty more cowardly kingdoms have chosen to side with the arrogant forces of the Dragon.” The leading voice was speaking calmly, “How should we proceed?”

The various gathered officials broke into murmuring over countless devious plots and plans, but the general consensus was a militant answer.

As the discussions continued, one of the many officials gathered felt the presence of communication magic calling to him. And as he answered, he was met with terrifying news.

And after a short while, the others were met with the same news.

Armies of constructs, each with at least five hundred thousand troops of titanic size, and each being led by vast groups of Frost Giants.

Every leader and sovereign attending the meeting was informed of the mighty armies besieging their kingdoms, but not long after being cut off from the sources of said magic, indicating their fall.

As the leading king was watching on at the chaos unfolding, he was unaware of the various kings being overthrown, as they were.

But he was then informed of the same happenings at his own gates. And as he rushed to the window of the chamber they were within, he was met with a particularly frightening sight.

A mighty army, consisting of over a million constructs, each over a hundred feet tall, and countless Dragons soaring through the skies.

As the gathered royalty watched on as this absurd **** marched on the kingdom, they were freaking out, in utter despair, as the chances of success were quite evident.

…

As the destruction was being wrought, three familiar women were gathered around an ornate table, within the newly furbished castle of the Ursinae Kingdom.

Elyra Lalabune, Dovei Argentum, and Dalia Steel-Paw were gathered, celebrating the successes of the military operations they'd planned.

But of course, they were swift to state, that without Damon Steel they would have been helpless to fulfill their plans.

Their already immense gratitude towards him was skyrocketing by the day.

As they were discussing their accomplishments, their acute infatuations with Damon became ever more clear to them.

…

As their venerations continued, a drowsy Damon sneezed, “I thought I was immune to that? Maybe someone’s talking about me?” As he wiped his nose, he wondered how the operation was going.

Bringing the duo who were cuddling him into a loving grasp, he closed his eyes once again, slumbering through the boring day.

…

After around twenty hours of resting, Damon rose from his throne, setting the two women with him gently upon the throne's comfy cushion, the pair then nuzzling each other in his absence.

As he walked away from his throne, he exited from the room, sighing briefly before teleporting to the immense willow atop his titanic Terranis.

As he stood on the porch the sentient tree had formed from his mind, he sat down in a chair that came from nonexistence, and as he laid back, he accepted two of the Weapon Draws he’d received.

He was pleasantly surprised with his rewards, taking the Vorpal Blade within his hands, and finding that even with his newly increased strength, it was quite heavy, easily weighing over four tons.

The smooth blade was formed from an obsidian slab thirty feet long and a foot thick, though the edge was still razor sharp, befitting its name, to an **** degree.

As he returned the Vorpal Blade to his inventory, he withdrew the Trident, his gaze meeting another appropriately sized weapon for his size, thankfully.

With the titanic Trident in his hands, he felt its weight was significantly less than the Vorpal Blade, but it was still nearly a ton.

As he held it, he felt a function of the weapon become clear in his mind, as he pointed the Trident towards the open seas.