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[Kyros One – 17 Days After Arrival]

Fields of green stretched wide beneath a gold sun. Stone and metal met in harmony as makeshift homes rose from the alien soil—half-grown from Bloodroot architecture, half-salvaged from Velmora tech.

Kiro stood at the heart of it all. A hilltop, surrounded by tents, workers, children… survivors.

They called it Redhaven now.

No banners. No Empire. Just life, reborn.

But peace was never still in his blood. Not anymore.

The Blood System thrummed in his spine, responding to every challenge the settlers brought him. From healing the wounded to binding crops to alien soil. His presence brought order. His power bred loyalty.

And each night, more of them bowed.Not as subjects.But as followers.

[Dreamworld – Blood Domain]

The sky twisted violet as Kiro's vision snapped open inside the familiar realm of flesh, crystal, and starlight.

Adim stood atop the obsidian plateau, arms folded, jaw set.

"You're hiding."

Kiro stepped forward, unbothered. "I'm building."

"You're delaying," Adim said sharply. "This place—Kyros—it's not real. Not to the Void. Not to what's coming. You're playing at peace while the enemy grows."

"I needed time," Kiro growled. "Time to regroup. Time to protect them. I lost enough already."

"You didn't lose, you evolved. And now you stagnate."

Kiro's fists tightened, blood rippling through the dream-realm beneath him. "I'll leave. When I have enough. I need an army."

Adim's gaze narrowed. "Then the Void won't wait. And neither will your enemies."

[Kyros One – Just Before Dusk]

The wind shifted.

First, a tremor across the sky.

Then, the clouds parted.

Kiro stepped out of the forge-grounds, hand still streaked with molten metal and blood-bonded steel. His system pulsed a warning in crimson glyphs across his vision.

[Detection Alert]Foreign Warp Signatures: 1,082 ShipsAffiliation: Arion Republic – Confirmed Enemy of the Kargal EmpireApproach Vector: Orbital Insertion – Immediate Response Required

He looked up.

The clouds burned away.

And through them descended a swarm of warships—sleek, angular, painted in glistening cobalt and gold. Their insignia flashed like brands: The Arion Phoenix.

Every settler stopped and stared.

"They're not Empire," one rebel whispered.

"No," Kiro muttered, eyes fixed on the lead vessel. "They're worse."

The Arion Republic didn't believe in slavery like the Empire.They believed in assimilation through conquest.

[System Update]

[Blood System Objective: Defend Kyros One]Option 1: ParleyOption 2: Prepare for WarOption 3: Activate Relic Beacon (Risk: Unknown)

Kiro stepped toward the command tower, voice calm.

"Gather the council. And the Bloodborn."

He smiled, cold and steady.

"Looks like we're going to test this new civilization after all."