What a predictable bunch.
It was indeed a good idea to control as many Magivores as I could find within Central Plains while making my way to the Grand Dome, which can be said to be the equivalent of a Royal Palace in these parts.
I have already caught up to the political state of the Central Plains, and while it is fundamentally different from the Northern Empire, they have enough similarities.
Even if they didn't, that wouldn't matter much. It doesn't change what it is I have to do.
As I stand in the open field, I cast my attention on everything around me—beyond my swarm of Magivores.
The guards have formed an encirclement around us, though based on their countenance, it's clear that they do not wish to fight me.
Or rather, my Magivores.
There are one thousand and fifty-nine Magivores in total, and they are all exclusive to the Central Plains.
I couldn't bring any of the Northern Continent natives with me.
