36. Crown Me Bloody King.

After only a couple hours of restless dozing, her ear pricking at the hollers and calls of all the hunters around her hiding spot. Silver eventually pulls out of her light dozing, refreshed and with a nearly completely topped off. A malicious grin spreads across her blood covered face as she slinks out into the day lit streets and causes an all new round of chaos, filling streets and alleys with screams of pain ad she aims for maiming and running, breaking bones or slashing deep wounds into soft joints, even attacking achilles heels. With this a macabre symphony drawing in the remaining nearly two hundred hunters from all across the city. Like this hours pass and blood flows completely covering Silver, making her look more like a demon than any mortal being. Reaping lives and torturing the unlucky souls in her city. As fast as the noise and chaos started, it ended, nearly two days and a night of fighting, a few hundred unfortunate souls of varying strength, and the only soul standing a monster, soaked in blood her own, and her enemies. A look of madness in her eyes as she walks amongst the corpses. A slow, graceful gait back to the tower. After an hour of walking, and having restored her mana, she summons up some to consume her phone, and then uses it to play a song as she goes to enter the tower once more, the wall partially open. Pomegranate lips is played as she enters, saying not a word as she ascends, taking her seat on the throne, her legs kicked over one arm of the throne, her arm resting on the other,hand resting on the dusty gem. All the others can see is a blood soaked beast whom took their spot at the throne. "Who are YOU?!" Is asked by the elder swords, a pale complexion on her face, a look of horror. "I am what is needed to give you all hope..." Was silvers sharp reply, her eyes, still swirling with the madness of combat glances over at the woman, causing her to shrink despite being a higher level and much more versed in the world. "I am king, and with this...you are my people, when I grow...you grow...when i rise...you rise...for your loyalty to this point, your faith in my path and hope for the future, your willingness to fight for me. I will honor it with plenty of bounty..." Silver says, giving her first speech as a king...or queen, whichever it is seen as. Her eyes shift to micah, whom was stepping up to her, his eyes roaming all over her, filled with something she couldn't identify...or chose not to, she watches as he gets close, eventually kneeling at her arm looking at her. But as micah goes to speak, silver rest her hand on his head, playing with his look wolfish ear softly, cutting him off as she talks to him. "We will talk tonight about your place with me...but for now we have a city full of items and gear...we have salvage to gain, and a city to power, so bear with me awhile longer...please." With this, micah stays silent, relishing this small comfort for a brief moment. "Im glad you came back alive." He says softly, almost under his breath, the only ears catching was his and silvers. With this silver sets everyone to work with the stryker to salvage any usable gear, potions and vehicles, Even if they are nothing more than salvage piles now, they pile it all up against the tower for silver, whom remained inside, allowing mana to flow through the throne gem, somewhere deep in the city, at first, nothing happens but as time passes, a noise,can be heard through the city, a swooshing sound as if heavy metal moving through the air can be heard, at first, just one slow one once in awhile, then a second, then a third and forth and fifth. After it stops adding more to it, silver finally determines what it is she was powering. 'A DYSON SPHERE?! They power the fething city on a mana DYSON sphere?!' Her thoughts sink on how other cities tend to use mana core generators or plasma reactors for power, but a dyson sphere? Unheard of and too difficult to make work. As the dyson sphere comes online, charged pipelines filled with rich purple mana, start to faintly glow, slowly spreading through the city like cracks in ice, drawing an awed look to the group as they are working on scavenging the battlegrounds. After a some time, eventually silver feels her mana linking with some sort of massive structures far in the distance, as time passes, more of these structures gain power giving her a sense of what they are as its circular around the city. 'The wall?is it retractable? Functional?' A fleeting thought as she waits, searching through the channels for all the functioning bits in the city, finding that most of the city is functional, and the all the buildings and shops can be retracted. With this finding silver raising several buildings around the tower, homes from what she can sense, for the group to pick from, and with that she tentatively tries to raise the massive structures, only for a massive earthquake to shudder through the city, and the sound of groaning steel and rumbling gears can be heard from miles and miles away as massive 30 meter tall walls rise, and four major garrison gates at the four points of the compass, north,south,east, and west, and 4 smaller garrisons, one on each of the minor points of the compass, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest. With this the city is sealed, and defendable from beasts and people far easier. Once everything stops moving, the earthquake stops. 'The hell did I summon? The pillars of the sky?' Silver thinks,shaken from the earthquake. As the sun starts to set, for the first time that day the voice speaks, but this time a form appears, a four armed feminine being steps into view as it talks. "Congratulations, my king for successfully conquering this city, and claiming your rightful throne, it seems you are far more impressive than I first thought managing to power the city's core, and even raise the walls that have been down even before the last king passed. What shall you be called my king?" The ai asks silver almost expectant with a great deal more respect for silver than before. "Crown me...Bloody King..." Silver says, still covered in the dried blood of hundreds of foes. In her mind it seems the only fitting name having earned it through a river of blood. "Fitting, though inelegant. Do you feel accomplished?having reaching your goal?" At this, silver shakes her head, releasing a sigh.