dawn war god

In the previous chapter, Solomon successfully broke through his limitations, and his newfound strength shone like a beacon, stirring waves within the Victoria family. As time passed, that light grew even brighter, fundamentally transforming his position within the family.

Once, the elders of the family regarded Solomon with nothing but disdain and doubt, as though he were nothing more than a disappointment, an embarrassment to their lineage. Yet now, their gazes carried expectation and respect. They began to reassess the young man they had once dismissed as a "useless fool," seeing in him a glimmer of hope for the family's future.

The affairs of the Victoria family were vast and complex, a web of intertwined responsibilities and expectations. Now, the elders began to entrust Solomon with significant tasks, responsibilities that spoke of their faith in his ability to lead the family towards greater glory. Their hopes weighed heavy on his shoulders, but Solomon, unwavering and resolute, bore the burden without complaint, ready to rise to the challenge.

However, Alexander, the Lord of the House, watched Solomon's ascent with growing resentment and jealousy. To him, Solomon was like an uninvited stone cast into the calm waters of his domain, disrupting his carefully laid plans and threatening his position in the family hierarchy. Fearing the young man's growing influence, Alexander began to scheme in the shadows.

In dimly lit corners of the family estate, like a sly fox spreading its venom, he whispered insidious rumours. To the younger members of the family, he muttered:

"Solomon? Don't be fooled by his little streak of luck. Who knows what dirty tricks he used to gain his so-called strength? He's just a cunning opportunist, mark my words."

These poisonous words, like a creeping shadow, began to weave doubt among some members of the family. But Solomon, undeterred by the gossip, remained focused on his duties. He understood that truth speaks louder than words, and instead of wasting time countering baseless accusations, he chose to prove himself through action.

Every morning, as the first light of dawn broke over the family's snowy estate, Solomon was already at work, organising the younger family members for training. He led by example, demonstrating battle techniques and cultivation methods with precision and passion. In the training grounds, his voice was a clarion call:

"Listen, everyone! This world is brutal and unforgiving. Only the strong survive. If we want our family to thrive, every one of you must grow stronger! Muster your courage, steel your resolve, and fight for the honour of the Victoria family!"

His unyielding determination and infectious enthusiasm inspired the younger generation, igniting a fire in their hearts.

One fateful day, Solomon's leadership and resolve were put to the test during a skirmish with an enemy faction. The skies were dark and foreboding, as if foreshadowing the bloodshed to come. The enemy advanced like a pack of wolves, relentless and menacing.

Standing tall amidst the chaos, Solomon remained calm, analysing the enemy's tactics with remarkable composure. He swiftly devised a counter-strategy, commanding the family's forces with a steady hand and an unshakable voice:

"Hold the line! Stick to the formation we practised. Don't panic—trust in each other, and strike as one. Show them what the Victoria family is made of!"

On the battlefield, Solomon was not just a commander but a warrior, leading from the front. His strength was like an erupting volcano, each strike powerful and precise, shaking the confidence of the enemy. Inspired by his fearless example, the family forces fought with renewed vigour, pushing back their adversaries.

When the dust settled, the Victoria family stood victorious. The battlefield, still heavy with the scent of smoke and blood, bore witness to their triumph. For the younger members of the family, Solomon's name was no longer just a name—it became a symbol of strength and leadership. They looked at him with admiration and trust, their respect for him unshakable.

Yet, as Solomon's star rose higher, so too did the scrutiny. Claude, the family's senior elder, had been observing Solomon's meteoric rise with a mixture of unease and scepticism. A man of deeply conservative values, Claude was wary of Solomon's unconventional methods and rapid ascent.

One day, Claude summoned Solomon to the family's council chamber. The air was heavy with tension as the elder sat in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, his piercing gaze fixed on the young man before him.

"Solomon," Claude began, his voice cold and measured. "Your recent accomplishments have certainly not gone unnoticed. However, let me remind you—the stability and legacy of this family are paramount. Have you truly considered the long-term consequences of your actions?"

With a respectful bow, Solomon replied: "Honoured Elder Claude, every decision I make is for the betterment of the family. My only goal is to use my strength to lead us to a more prosperous future."

Claude's brow furrowed, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. "Hmph. Ambition is one thing, young man, but you must understand—this family's affairs are a labyrinth of complexities. Every choice carries weight, and impulsiveness could lead us to ruin. I trust you will proceed with caution."

Solomon met the elder's gaze with unwavering determination. "I understand your concerns, Elder. I assure you, I will tread carefully and make decisions that uphold the family's honour and legacy."

Claude regarded him silently for a moment before giving a curt nod. "See that you do. You may leave now."

Meanwhile, Alfred, the family's steward, quietly kept a watchful eye on Solomon's every move. Though he was proud of Solomon's growth, he also knew the dangers of standing out too much in a family rife with ambition and politics. The brighter the flame, the darker the shadows it casts.

Beyond the family estate, trouble was brewing. The Shadow Order, a sinister organisation with its sights set on the Victoria family's ancient relic—the Sacred Codex of Laws—was plotting in secret. Their leader, a figure shrouded in darkness, addressed his inner circle:

"That boy Solomon has become a thorn in our side. His strength and that blasted codex he guards have made him dangerous. We must eliminate him, no matter the cost. Whoever accomplishes this will be richly rewarded!"

With conspiracies brewing both within and outside the family, Solomon found himself surrounded by treachery and uncertainty. How would he respond to Claude's scepticism? Could he uncover and thwart the Shadow Order's schemes? And what would become of the internal rivalries threatening to fracture the Victoria family? These questions loomed like an impenetrable fog, casting shadows over Solomon's path forward.

But in the depths of his heart, Solomon knew one thing for certain: he would not falter. He would fight—for his family, for his legacy, and for the future he believed in.