Wish You Victory

Warden stepped out onto a raised platform, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the training grounds. Below him, a sea of helms and polished armor gleamed under the midday sun. The air fill with the disciplined energy of 6000 men with neat formations, doing their own duty. The assembled force filled him with a profound sense of satisfaction, a smug pride in the Empire's might.

"Gid, you did a great job keeping things running smoothly," the Warden rumbled, his voice deep and resonant. "As expected of my most prized servant." His huge hand, calloused and powerful, descended to cover Gid's head, ruffling his meticulously styled hair.

Gid, positioned just in front of the Warden, subtly twisted his slender frame, almost a deliberate wiggle of his hips, ensuring his master's touch lingered. A faint flush colored his cheeks, and a look of pure pleasure softened his typically flat expression, betraying the deep satisfaction he derived from his master's approval.

"Notify all the captains to gather under the Emperor's colossal statue," the Warden commanded, his eyes still on the distant legions, "and have them play the Grand War Sound. I will go and chat with the Grand Marshal."

"Master," Gid interjected, his voice deferential, "don't you want to take a look at the battle plan to familiarize yourself with it?"

Warden scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "No need. The civilization on the other side of the crack is just inferior people. They don't even know basic mana usage." A sneer touched his lips, a shared contempt passing between master and servant.

"Then," Gid responded smoothly, with a disdain in his tone, "they should be very happy to serve the Empire as slaves. This is the highest honor they could ask for."

The Warden's smile widened, a broad, almost grin to his ear. "As expected of my proud servant. You please me very much!" He patted Gid's head once more, a gesture of approve.

As they spoke, a magnificent carriage glided to a halt beside the platform. It was crafted from dark, polished wood, its surface carved with unknown symbols and glowing, engraved runes. Two colossal warhorses, their coats the color of midnight and easily twice the height of a human, snorted impatiently, their powerful hooves smashing the ground as they stood.

"Master, the carriage has arrived," Gid announced, bowing deeply. "Allow this servant to take his leave here and fulfill your order."

Warden gave a casual wave of his hand, a silent dismissal, and then, with surprising agility for his bulk, stepped into the opulent interior of the carriage. The door clicked shut, and with a soft lurch, the vehicle began to move, its massive wheels rumbling rhythmically on the stone road.

It departed directly towards a colossal tower that pierced the sky in the city's heart—a structure that is forged entirely from pure gold and diamonds, catching the sun's rays and scattering them like a thousand shattered stars.

The tower itself was a truly unique building, showing off both material and engineering might and arcane creation. It was half-floating in the air, but also half-supported by huge, carved stone blocks that held it firmly in place.

It was built in the middle of tall cliffs that connected two different parts of the city. There was a busy upper city and a lower city directly beneath it. A grand waterfall, flow from the upper city, poured down the cliff face and disappeared into the lower city right below the massive tower.

But this golden tower wasn't just a pretty sight. It also worked as a powerful defense system. Its higher levels rotate with magical circle, and if you looked closely, you could see faint, almost invisible magical protections built into its gold and diamond walls.

On top of that, many smaller floating islands were scattered in the sky directly above and around the tower. These airborne outposts were like mini-forts, set up in strategic positions to defend against any attacks from the air and also to act as watchtowers, keeping a constant eye on the skies. The tower was known as one of the four wonders of the world, directly showing off the incredible might of the Empire.

The carriage smoothly passed over a wide, arched bridge, its wheels barely making a sound as it approached the base of the towering gold and diamond structure. After a short ride, it finally came to a halt directly in front of the tower's grand entrance.

A guard quickly opened the door, and as Warden stepped out, the guards standing nearby snapped to attention, giving a standard salute and standing perfectly straight.

"Olvm!" Warden boomed, a confident swagger in his heavy steps as he walked into the tower's open hall. "This old man had come to see you!"

Inside, Marshal Olvm, who had been casually chatting with a Magister, heard his name called out. He turned, a piece of gum still actively chewing in his mouth.

"Oh, it's you, Warden," Marshal Olvm said, a hint of impatience in his voice. He took another loud chew of his gum before continuing. "Have you finally finished getting your troops ready? The Emperor is quite displeased with how slow you've been."

Marshal Olvm was a young man who carried his authority with a casual air, almost like your friendly neighbor, if you don't know him , you can never imagine that he is one of the highest leader of the Empire.

He wasn't as bulky or tall as Warden, but held a lean build. His uniform, while clearly that of a high-ranking officer, seemed a little too relaxed on him, unbuttoned at the collar with sleeves slightly rolled up. He had a constant habit of chewing gum, and a faint smirk often played on his lips. His dark, unruly hair added to his slightly wild, yet approachable, look.

"Hahaha, I had finished it, I had finished it!" Warden boomed, a wide grin splitting his face. "Tomorrow morning, we can send the troops to directly conquer the land!"

"Then I wish you victory," Olvm replied, his gaze already drifting towards something else. He took another chew of his gum. "Oh, and I almost forgot. The Empress seems to want some quality slaves from that world to kept it as collection. Make sure to fulfill it; I don't want to listen to the nagging of that old woman." His tone was casual, as if discussing what to eat tomorrow. 

"Sure, that's very easy for me"