"Great Pioneer, please grant us strength and bless this land, let the mud be banished from here, Road Paving Spell!"
The gnoll road builders did not stand randomly; they were systematically distributed at the intersections of the city's main roads and those alleys.
They appeared devout and solemn, more a prayer than a spell.
The Road Idol on the dock square responded to their prayers, waves of yellowish light spread along the roads, enveloping them, a sphere of incredibly pure power gathered between their hands, forming an almost tangible yellowish orb of light.
The gnoll road builders bent down in unison, pressing the yellow orb of light into the road beneath their feet.
The Tarthan Road under their feet seemed to come alive, swiftly spreading through those alleys.
In just a few seconds, the muddy alleys full of pits and flowing sewage became identical to the main road — smooth, clean, and flat Tarthan Road for hundreds of meters.
