"Is this Tronia?
It really is a desolate place."
Before long, Professor Anglando arrived somewhere that resembled a remote wilderness forest.
He had now reached one of the more promising experimental sites in the plan. Ancient trees towered around him, their trunks covered in moss and their leafy crowns interwoven into an enormous natural net.
Rotting leaves and soil lay beneath everyone's feet, and a faint stench of decay hung in the damp air. As they walked, dry twigs and dead leaves rustled and snapped underfoot.
Several local officials accompanied him, including both Tronia's natives and members of the Mages' Guild dispatched from Atrelin. All wore smiles as they agreed with his remarks.
"Yes, magical resources aren't particularly abundant around here..."
"There are no magic crystal deposits..."
"But the natural environment is quite good. It's more than enough to support the development expected of a low-magic world."
Sunlight shone through gaps in the leaves, scattering fragments of dappled golden light over the ground ahead.
Occasionally, a beast's roar rang out from deep within the woods, lending the place a primal, untamed air.
This was one of the more remote and backward low-magic worlds among Atrelin's colonies.
The Atrelin People had once undertaken a major campaign here, but ultimately gained little from it, leaving the place only half-heartedly administered ever since.
As his companions had explained earlier, all of this stemmed from a lack of magical resources.
After walking a little farther, Professor Anglando instructed the mage he had brought along, "Install a positioning anchor point here."
The accompanying mage acknowledged the order and immediately complied.
Before long, he returned to report, "Your Excellency, it's done."
"With that, the layout of the Triangular Formation is essentially established. Coming and going will be much easier next time."
Professor Anglando nodded slightly.
"Professor,