Quinlan Elysiar stood at the war-lodge fire with the entire Beastman Confederation on its knees around him, ring upon ring out to the palisade, and read the rest of the window.
[Reward unlocked!]
[Sovereign claim recognized: the continent of Iskaris.]
[Domain authority granted.]
He felt it before he finished reading it.
The packed earth under his boots stopped being mere earth.
It was his now. He could tell it on an instinctual level.
The compound, the pass road behind him, the rebuilt villages of the old war with their square dwarven granaries, the fortress on the border plain, the labyrinth gates standing open in every city he owned, all of it arrived at once, pressing up through the soles of his feet like the floor of his own house.
Roads ran through him like veins. Cities sat in him like warmth. He could feel where his land ended at the coasts and the far passes.
