The manager had not received the so-called blueprint for the stage from William,
From his subjective perspective, although the Sick One was special, it was still only a small world. It was utterly incomparable to the Evil Circle, which could swallow the entire Cosmic Domain.
A small world like this could probably only provide some assistance in constructing a "stage" capable of affecting the First Calamity. More than anything, it was likely just William's personal quirk.
The stage itself was limited by the scale and resources of the small world, so it could hardly be considered a major project. The manager only needed to provide a little spatial technology to quickly facilitate its construction.
Yet that notion was disproven the moment he stepped through the portal.
The portal's exit had been set a thousand meters in the air,
Even so, the farthest range visible to the naked eye still could not reach the edge of the stage's foundation,
Several Sick Ones radiating powerful auras were scattered across different areas, each carrying out their own duties.
The stage's construction seemed to extend beyond the ground. Work was also proceeding deep in the sky,
Hundreds of Noble Blood People clad in heat-insulating skins were constantly transporting special gray ash fragments into the sky—fragments that even made the manager detect a trace of danger. It was still impossible to tell what they intended to construct up there.
"Do you have the blueprint?"
The manager became serious. Although he had only seen the stage's foundation and rough form, his instincts told him that the completed structure might truly be capable of affecting the First Calamity.
"You haven't seen the blueprint yet? The blueprint is with Duke Garryson. I'll take you to him."
"Duke? Some kind of aristocratic title?"
"No... His actual name is Duke