The mythal.
Only two powers in the entire Material Plane currently had the ability to construct a mythal: the Northern Witches Council and the Wizard Union. The Northern Witches Council had inherited its mythal from the ruins of Silverymoon, while the Wizard Union's was somewhat more complete. Beneath Wizard City lay a mysterious [Anti-Magic Prison]. This was one of the functions of an advanced mythal: influencing the Weave to a certain extent within a certain area. Inside Wizard City's underground prison, many low- and mid-level wizards could not cast spells at all.
It was hardly surprising that these two spellcaster factions possessed mythals.
But how long had Port Nyanzaru even existed?
It already had the ability to construct a mythal! The group could not hide the shock on their faces. Some even gaped in astonishment, straining to sense the fluctuations of energy nearby.
"Teacher."
The handsome man who had first noticed it spoke again. "I think we should report this to the council first! Port Nyanzaru may be even stronger than we imagined!..."
The elder leading them pondered in silence, then nodded after a moment. "All right. I'll send word back by spell today."
Many established powers had complicated feelings about Port Nyanzaru's rise.
Many factions vaguely sensed a threat, but a true god stood behind Port Nyanzaru, and it also enjoyed the full support of the Northern Witches Council. Wizard City's attitude toward Port Nyanzaru leaned more toward cooperation than suppression, and more members within the council favored winning it over. After all, the two sides were quite far apart, and there was currently no direct conflict of interest.
Morning sunlight appeared.
Port Nyanzaru's Patrol Guard was changing shifts. In a mansion farther away, several wizard apprentices were guiding clay golems outside. Low-level golems had very limited intelligence