Lo'kan stood in the armory's center, his glowing eyes scanning the weapon racks that lined the stone walls. He had guarded Everbrooke Academy for centuries, watching students come and go, but the armory remained his truest home. The space felt hollow now—functional but not feared. He wanted more. He wanted the realm to whisper the armory's name with respect and dread. His metal gauntlet closed into a fist. Every blade, every shield would earn its place here through his choices alone. He needed a way to test each weapon that entered his domain. Students brought steel they didn't understand, claiming family honor or merchant promises. Lo'kan would accept nothing on faith alone. He dragged heavy timbers across the stone floor and began building. By dawn, the warrior's armory stand stood complete—multiple slots for weapons, a central target for strikes. He lifted a practice sword and drove it toward the target. The impact rang through the chamber. This would separate worthy blades from scrap metal. Every weapon would prove itself before earning a place on his walls. But testing weapons inside these walls wouldn't be enough. The armory needed to announce itself to the realm beyond the Academy grounds. Lo'kan walked outside and began hauling stone blocks from the Academy's old quarry. He stacked them high, building upward through the day and into the night. The watch tower rose above the trees, Victorian in its design, imposing in its presence. At the top, he lit a flame that would never die. The fire blazed bright against the dark sky. Travelers on distant roads would see it and know—Everbrooke Academy's armory stood ready. Lo'kan stepped back and watched the flames dance. His dream had begun to take shape, one stone at a time. The watch tower was only the beginning. Lo'kan walked to the oldest structure on the Academy grounds—the dark fortress that stood when he first arrived centuries ago. Its gothic towers reached toward the sky, and its walls held secrets older than most kingdoms. This would become the heart of his vision. He would transform it into the realm's most feared fortress, a place where warriors trained and weapons were forged in fire and discipline. The building already held power in its bones. Lo'kan placed his gauntlet against the cold stone. He would make it legendary. Students would train here under his watch, and enemies would hear its name and turn away. The armory, the tower, the fortress—all pieces of the same dream. Lo'kan had waited centuries for this moment, and now his work had truly begun.