The streets of Clavis whispered with prosperity's melody, but also the subtle notes of discord. While the common populace reveled in their newfound fortune, the nobles found themselves clutching onto the remnants of their fleeting influence.
Deep within the palace, the ancient demon god, Lucius, contemplated the board of his grand game. His puppet, City Lord Erastin, entered the chamber, emotion absent from his tone. "The noble houses defy our edicts and withhold taxes."
Lucius responded with timeless scorn, "Their resistance is a mere flutter in the vast tapestry of existence. Yet, their souls will be of service."
Amidst this, in the armory, guards were being equipped with armor forged from the dark ore. This material, while abundant due to Lucius's transmutation facilities, was imposing in its strength and design. The armor was not just dark but had a lustrous sheen that caught the city's radiant lights, making each soldier look formidable, a symbol of undying strength and power.
Commander Veron, having donned this new armor, led a detachment to the noble district. They approached the mansion of Lord Eldrin, one of the more vociferous dissenters. Bursting through the ornate gates, they found themselves confronted by Eldrin's personal guards. But the dark ore armor rendered the soldiers almost invulnerable. With swift, calculated brutality, they incapacitated the guards and dragged a protesting Eldrin out.
Lord Varen's estate was next. The guards smashed through the grand doors, the halls echoing with screams of terror. Varen's attempt to flee was thwarted, and he was bound, his pleas falling on deaf ears.
Several such scenes played out across the noble district. Each arrest was a clear message - resistance was futile.
By evening, with the sun casting long shadows across Clavis, Erastin reported, "The nobles have been detained."
With an air of finality, Lucius stated, "Their souls will now serve a purpose. Our demon summoning can commence."
Veron, reflecting his master's intent, added, "Your will shall be done."
Lucius, looking over his city, declared, "Come dawn, Clavis shall behold its true monarch."