Isata.
Anderson was busy in the laboratory.
Busy to what extent? The guy had been working nonstop for months, without leaving himself even a moment to rest.
Even his meditation was completed in the gaps between work.
It couldn't be helped. He was poor—far too poor.
Buying a planar coordinate was a major investment even for a third-ring grand wizard.
And after buying the coordinate, that still wasn't enough. He also needed to build or rent an interplanar portal.
That consumed no fewer resources than purchasing the planar coordinate itself.
And if one thought that was where all the spending ended, they would be sorely mistaken.
There was another major expense in planar conquest: the cost of an army.
Conquering a plane was difficult with just one or two people, or even a handful of people. Even if it could be done, it would take far longer.
Moreover, during the early stages of a planar invasion, that was also when planar conquerors like them were in the greatest danger.
One misstep at that time, and they could face the plane's counterattack and be hammered to death before the teleportation had even properly begun.
Anderson was so poor he was just short of selling his ass.
In one corner of the laboratory, Scorchflame was coiled there.
As a draconic creature, a Molten-Poison Flying Python could grow to a maximum length of around fourteen or fifteen meters.
With its wings spread, it would span at least a dozen meters.
Compared to before, Scorchflame had grown much larger as well. From head to tail, he was now over three meters long.
At that moment, Scorchflame was asleep.
With every breath he took, tiny flames emerged from his nostrils, and within those flames were even fragmented fire runes.
The flames he exhaled were swiftly