Who knew when that fellow would come back again?
There was a saying among humans: leave a thread of mercy, and you could meet again someday. But since he was absent, they would collect a little interest first.
No, this was normal mutual attrition.
Dragon Bat muttered, then made the arrangements. Less than two hours later, the mountains fell into disarray.
Soon after, magical beasts attacked a village and were driven back.
A few days later, magical beasts attacked another village, destroying crops, only to be driven back and slain once more.
On yet another day, the Albis Mountain Guard marched in and stationed themselves at the foot of the mountain. In two days, they slew hundreds of magical beasts, including three above Level Four.
Winter had not yet arrived, yet magical beasts had already begun descending the mountains again and again, bringing many ominous signs to the surrounding area.
City Lord's Manor.
Dole's avatar opened his eyes, glanced northward, then stopped paying attention.
So long as things did not go too far, this kind of confrontation was necessary. It could also serve as troop training.
As for the losses incurred during training, those were unavoidable.
His attention was not on the magical beasts, but on other people.
Avatars could see fate lines as well, though the price was steep. Over the past few days, he had vaguely felt that he could see a city's fate, so he had been observing it.
Just like his own, the fate of Albis Mountain's city was remarkably dense, like a yellow plume of smoke shooting straight into the clouds and vanishing into unknown depths.
At the same time, when he turned his gaze inward toward the city, thinner plumes of smoke rose from the rooms and joined the city's plume of fate.