Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 48: Earth Estate

Chapter 48: Earth Estate

The Earth Estate was more than just a stronghold; it was a world unto itself, a city within a city where power, authority, and hierarchy intertwined like the ancient roots of an immovable mountain. Towering earthen walls, reinforced by dense layers of enchanted stone, encircled the estate like a protective embrace, radiating an air of dominance and impenetrability.

At its heart stood the Main Mansion, the core of the Earth Clan’s power. A monolithic structure of seamless stone and earth-forged metal, its design reflected both the clan’s raw might and its deep-rooted history. The mansion’s walls were adorned with intricate carvings of past battles and triumphs, silent testaments to the victories that shaped the clan into what it is today.

Here resided the ruling bloodline, direct descendants of the Earth God. Their quarters were luxurious yet fortified, their wealth was displayed not through extravagance, but through symbols of conquest and power.

Only the most trusted servants and handmaidens were permitted inside. Each was sworn to secrecy, their loyalty absolute. The uppermost floors housed the ruling family, granting them an unobstructed view of the entire estate. At the same time, the lower levels contained war council halls, strategic chambers, and sacred ritual sites where the clan’s most critical decisions were made.

Surrounding the mansion were three distinct districts, each integral to maintaining the Earth Clan’s strength and influence.

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Positioned directly before the Main Mansion, the Enclave was the first checkpoint for anyone seeking an audience with the ruling family. One had to pass through this fortified sector to reach the clan’s heart—a silent declaration that only the strongest were permitted near the seat of power.

This was home to the Elite Warriors, individuals born with unparalleled talent, chosen to inherit the Earth God’s Bloodline. Unlike the warriors of lesser clans, these elites were not mere soldiers; they were walking catastrophes, forces capable of reshaping battlefields with a single strike.

The Enclave was structured like a massive barracks, its towering training halls designed to push warriors beyond their limits. Deep underground arenas echoed with the clash of steel and the roar of battle, while meditation chambers, infused with mana-dense stones, accelerated their growth.

At its core lay the Stone Baptism Grounds, where initiates underwent brutal trials to prove their worth. Only those who survived bore the Earth Clan’s sigil—a mark of divine favor.

Patrolling this sector were warriors clad in enchanted earthen armor, their presence a constant reminder that strength was absolute and weakness was unforgivable.

To the west, sprawling neighborhoods housed the warriors who served under the Earth Clan’s rule. Unlike the Elites, who were bound by blood, these warriors hailed from lesser and intermediate clans who due to their bloodlines and ability as been chosen or does who owed the clan debts.

The Retainers lived in structured communities, their homes built in advanced and tech-infused earthen styles with thick stone walls designed to withstand sieges. They trained relentlessly, their lives a cycle of preparation—either for battle or for enforcing order both within the estate and beyond.

Many among them harbored ambitions, striving to one day ascend to the rank of the elite. Others were content to serve under the clan’s protection, well aware that beyond these walls, the world was far less forgiving.

This quarter was also the domain of mercenaries, traders, and diplomats who sought the Earth Clan’s favor—either by invitation or through sheer merit.

To the east, a different kind of power thrived—not of brute strength, but of knowledge and ingenuity. This was the Earth Clan’s research sector, a sanctum where warfare, technology, and strategy were meticulously advanced.

Within this district, alchemists, blacksmiths, and engineers toiled within massive forge halls, refining enchanted metals and crafting weapons of devastating power. Armor capable of withstanding the mightiest blows was tested here, and ancient relics were studied with feverish dedication.

At the heart of this sector lay the Geomancer’s Chamber, where scholars sought to unravel the deep connection between the Earth Clan’s power and the world’s mana. The discoveries made here held the potential to shift the balance of power across the continent.

This district was the most heavily guarded—not by warriors but by the knowledge it contained. The secrets here could bring destruction to cities in the wrong hands.

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At the estate’s very core, within the Main Mansion

A thick, oppressive tension blanketed the mansion’s halls, a silent force that even the most seasoned servants dared not disturb. Each movement was precise, and each breath was measured. In this household, failure was not tolerated.

Deeper within, the heavy scent of polished stone, burning incense, and aged parchment filled the air—an unmistakable signature of the Earth Clan’s ruling seat.

In a grand corridor, footsteps echoed against pristine marble floors. The sound was unhurried yet firm, a declaration of authority at every step.

A young man, aged between twenty-five and twenty-nine, strode forward with unwavering purpose. His broad shoulders and defined physique bore testament to years of rigorous training, while his sharp gaze carried the burden of responsibility.

Two towering figures barred his path as he neared the immense double-layered stone doors.

They were no ordinary guards.

Each was a Grandmaster-ranked warrior, clad in intricately designed, earth-forged armor that pulsed with latent power. Their presence alone was suffocating, their unmoving expressions more akin to statues than men.

Grasped within their hands were colossal spears, their tips crackling with condensed earth mana. The air distorted around them, charged with the sheer concentration of energy. These were not ceremonial weapons; they were artifacts of war, tools that had ended the lives of countless adversaries.

The young man barely acknowledged them.

He did not need to.

They knew who he was.

Without hesitation, he continued forward.

The massive stone doors trembled, ancient runes pulsing along their edges as hidden mechanisms awakened. A deep, resonant grinding filled the hallway as the entrance to the throne room slowly parted, revealing the chamber beyond.

He stepped inside, with the grace of someone long accustomed to this path.

Towering pillars lined the vast hall, each engraved with the history of the clan—scenes of legendary battles and conquests immortalized in stone. Golden braziers, fueled by enchanted minerals, cast flickering shadows against the polished floors, the air heavy with unspoken authority.

Sat the Earth Patrician at the far end, elevated upon a grand stone dais.

A monument of dominance, his form rested upon a throne sculpted from the Earth’s core, its surface gleaming with veins of pure mana-infused ore.

His obsidian-sharp gaze bore into the approaching figure with cold scrutiny, his expression unreadable.

The young man did not falter.

With practiced ease, he lowered himself onto one knee, his fist pressed against his chest in a formal gesture of respect.

"Father, you summoned?"

His voice was steady, unwavering.

For within these walls, weakness was not permitted.

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