I also created a few monster templates.
I created a pocket dimension that can be used as storage and a resting place for monsters, as well as a tomb for my trapped enemies.
I filled it with a variety of monsters.
Grave Stalkers: They are my foot soldiers.
Lean, faceless humanoids made of shifting black ooze, carrying jagged weapons forged from hardened shadow.
When a Grave Stalker strikes a shield, its weapon intentionally shatters into a burst of blinding black mist.
Making it effortless to slip illusions into the enemy’s obscured vision.
Mirror Stalker: A humanoid construct that appears as a perfect mirror image of the target — same face, same power signature, same aura.
The reflection speaks with the target’s own voice and surface memories (harvested by Dreamlike Curse), making allies hesitate to attack.
When the real person strikes it, Night Reflection bounces the blow back as a killing strike.
Works with Grave stalkers.
Mana Hounds: The silent, shadowy hounds that eat magical energy and feed it back to me to sustain me in the melee.
Mirror monster: Mobile defense grid; will stand with all peerage members and allies.
If a long-range magical bombardment or a holy projectile hits, it opens a miniature Dimension Lost rift on its surface, catching the attack and firing it right back out of another shadow behind the enemy.
The Silence Mantis: A predatory insect creature that generates a biological field suppressing spell propagation within the dimension if deployed enough.
Spells don’t fizzle; they collapse at the boundary of its field, their energy absorbed into the mantis’s own biological mass and converted to physical strength.
A hard counter to magicians.
The Fog Walker: A creature with no visible body — it IS the fog.
Can turn visible or invisible as required.
Composed of billions of individual sensory cells suspended in a colloidal medium, it can disperse across an area the size of a city block.
Every cell feeds sensory data back to me.
It doesn’t attack; it watches, smells, hears, and relays everything.
The Parasite Engine: A creature designed to attach to large, high-power enemies — dragons, titans, gods — and drain their biological or magical energy directly.
Modeled on parasitic wasps that reprogram host nervous systems but upgraded with energy-siphoning organs inspired by how electric eels store charge.
What it drains gets fed back to the Lucian as raw power.
A Leveler.
An advanced version of hounds
I was getting ready.
As was my army.
But there was a specific monster I needed.
A predator designed for a specific prey.
Vampires.
The Tepes faction had been festering in my thoughts for weeks.
Valerie was still trapped there, a prisoner in her own home.
And the vampires themselves—their power, their influence, their cruelty—they were better off exterminated.
I needed something that could kill them.
Something that hunted them in their own domain.
The Concept Eraser: Hellsing Shadow Hound.
I’d drawn inspiration from the Hound of Tindalos and Alucard’s Baskerville—a shadow beast that could travel through any darkness, that tracked its prey by their cold aura, that consumed their accumulated power before tearing them apart.
The design was in my mind: a multi-eyed, pitch-black beast that shifted dimensions as it moved, oozing red glowing energy.
Its teeth could bite through vampire flesh like paper.
Its presence would drive fear into hearts that hadn’t felt fear in centuries.
I reached into Annihilation Maker and pulled.
The beast emerged from the shadows at my feet, silent and massive.
Its eyes glowed crimson.
Its form flickered between solid and spectral.
It looked at me, waiting, patient.
“Good boy,” I murmured.
I stood in the pocket dimension, the Shadow Hound at my side, the Counter-Providence humming in my soul.
The Hōgyoku pulsed gently, charging toward its first evolution.
I thought about the Tepes faction.
About Valerie, locked away.
About the centuries of cruelty they’d built their power on.
About the destruction that the Shadow Hounds are going to cause.
“Plan,” I said to the Mindscape.
I stepped out of the pocket dimension, back into the garden of the Marbas estate.
Ingvild was there, sitting by the pond, watching the Feebas chase each other through the lotus roots.
“You’re in a good mood,” she said.
I smiled.
“I have plans to get a new peerage member.”
“Plans that involve me?”
“It can be if you want”
I sat down beside her, and we watched the Feebas swim.
The Tepes faction would learn what it meant to be hunted.
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