Atticus truly wasn't sure how he felt about the news.
That the Redflame main force had ascended wasn't necessarily good news. While it made their time in the Count layer a bit easier, what about when they ascended to the Marquis layer?
They would have to deal with the combined might of two Redflame Marquis.
In every case, Atticus would've preferred handling them separately.
Still, he only let himself dwell on it for a few moments before shoving the thoughts aside and shifting his focus back to growing his territory.
It went without saying that watching the territory grow was one of the best feelings ever. From rough brick buildings to sleek houses with clean lines and gleaming mana glass. From bone clubs to weapons of mass destruction.
The entire territory transformed right before his eyes. Buildings rose to the sky, tower blocks threaded with mana conduits, floating platforms drifting between them, rune lit roads carving through the city like veins.
