Aatrox had thought his words would make Ryan nervous.
After all, the entire Empire could now see how powerful Ryan's authority was in the Northlands. And this Northern Baron had never hidden his ambitions. At least, in the eyes of others, Ryan had never displayed the timidity of a low-ranking noble.
So of course he wanted a stronger army and a greater voice.
Even the Claytons believed so.
Thus, seeing Ryan remain unmoved by these words, Aatrox was surprised. Or had Ryan long prepared himself to stop being human? His younger brother gave no answer.
Two days passed. The grasslands of this world had been covered by a blanket of white snow, and the Stag Legion's battlefield cleanup was nearing its end. Everyone was silent. They could sense that this world, like the homeland they had once known, was about to enter the Dead Silence of winter. "This world once buried far too much antiquity. Its civilization was primitive, yet brilliant in its own way. Dragons flew through the skies, plant roots burrowed deep into the soil, rivers wound across every land, and mountains blocked the northern winds."
"Fleming's development and resource extraction in this world were brutal. Yet even after it later fell into Clayton hands, we still discovered remnants of civilizations that had once existed here."
"This world once had no human civilization, but it did have another race."
Aatrox and Ryan sat at the edge of a mountain. Flying snow blanketed everything around them, turning the entire world into a vast expanse of white. This was its final form.
"That race lacked human intelligence and could never evolve intelligence like humanity's, so this world remained primitive."
"They carved upon cliff faces and hunted one another alongside beasts in The Wilds. Their fangs devoured no cooked food, and