"A conspiracy against Winterhold..."
Lin En pondered for another moment.
But with the information he currently had, there was no way to deduce what those Cultists were trying to achieve.
It seemed that here in the Wasteland, the open and covert struggles between the highest-ranking Righteous Gods and the Abyss...
Were far fiercer and more complicated than he had initially imagined.
With the players' current combat strength, surviving in the cracks was all they could hope for amid schemes involving powers of this scale.
They were like ants struggling beneath an elephant's feet. Even the slightest ripple of power from those top factions could mean utter annihilation for the players.
"But..."
Lin En's gaze gradually turned cold.
"This Fourth Catastrophe isn't a bunch of ordinary ants that can only wait to be slaughtered!"
"Give them enough time to develop, and sooner or later, these ants will grow into a terrifying swarm that devours everything!"
"All right, I'm getting ahead of myself."
Lin En shook his head, setting these grand power struggles aside for the moment.
He did not need to think that far ahead yet. First, he had to solve the most pressing problem before him.
"Eat one mouthful at a time. Fight one monster at a time."
"Let's get past this third-tier Pale Mite before talking about taking on Winterhold!"
Although the Pale Mite's parasitic mechanics were utterly vile, Lin En did not panic.
"Thank goodness those players stumbled into saving Fog Town and risked their lives to do it."
"And thank goodness they helped me protect the Weeping Madonna's authority!"
Once again, Lin En felt immensely relieved.
In this Wasteland World, filled with bizarre horrors and all kinds of outrageously overpowered mechanics...
There was no such thing as an absolutely unbeatable power!
Everything had a weakness, and the