On the same night after the hostile takeover and placing his new slaves in charge of the now gone hydra, Ceril returned to his original human form and entered the bedroom room after the easy peasy battle he had today.
Today, he also realized his own potential. If anything he learned for sure that if he's given ten thousand soldiers… he could fight and even take down an army of hundred thousand enemies.
The only things that restricted him at the moment were his levels and rank which limited his mana pool since summoning the undead took a lot of mana and the requirement grew with the number of undeads he could summon at once.
Currently, he could only summon a thousand soldiers & monsters in a single spell. But for the future battles where he needed more numbers, he had to steadily build his resources.
He laid on his bed despite having no need to eat or sleep, a part of him excited for the upcoming future.
"I reckon you've succeeded."
