The Strategy of Dominion

With Isolde's agreement to align herself with his ambitions, Zeon Asmore felt a new surge of confidence. The Essence of Dominion pulsed through his body, allowing him to manipulate situations and individuals with ease. Though Isolde's loyalty was still budding, Zeon knew she would soon become an integral part of his empire.

Yet he wasn't content with just a single alliance. The seed of ambition in him grew as he realized that his network of influence must be vast, reaching not only those in the small, localized town but stretching outward to the wider expanse of South Africa and beyond. His first true ally had been secured, but the land was ripe with opportunity, and Zeon's strategic mind was already calculating the next move.

With his newfound ability to sway emotions and loyalties, Zeon sought to extend his reach. The British outpost was a prime target. The strategic positioning of their forces allowed for easy influence, and Zeon could already imagine how he would position himself within their ranks. His talents could win their loyalty—whether through direct manipulation or through promises of power—whatever it took to establish control.

His eyes wandered to the map of the region he had drawn on the wooden table before him. With Isolde at his side, he could push for further trade routes, political leverage, and military cooperation. Yet these were mere stepping stones. Zeon's true aim was domination, and he would leave no stone unturned.

The next day, Zeon gathered a small group of his trusted few in the manor's war room. There was a soldier who had shown promise in his strategic thinking, a merchant who knew the intricacies of trade, and even a few local leaders who would become important figures in Zeon's growing empire.

"You all have something to offer," Zeon said, his eyes sweeping over the room, "and it's time to put our talents to work. We will begin to expand beyond our current borders. The British outpost will be the first of many, but I expect this will take time. Each of you will have tasks to accomplish. Your success will be rewarded."

The group nodded, their eyes filled with both respect and fear. They understood that Zeon was not a man of idle threats. His reputation preceded him, and his plans—though still in their infancy—were already beginning to take shape.

As Zeon dismissed them, he couldn't help but smile inwardly. This was only the beginning. The Essence of Dominion would allow him to expand his reach, and soon, he would have an army of loyal individuals at his back, each one working toward the common goal of his empire's ascent.