The border between the Fungal Fortress and the Empire.
Because of the impact of the mist surging in from the direction of the Empire, the Fungal Carpet in this area had been devoured until it was in tatters, almost losing its surveillance function entirely.
On a relatively intact patch of Fungal Carpet, Sword Saint Puji, who had just replenished his mana, slowly rose. Behind him, the mycelium connected to his mushroom body snapped one strand at a time.
The Sword Saint habitually spread out his perception. There was not a single living person around.
He already knew what had happened with the Dwarves. His view was more or less the same as Boss's: the Empire would likely take this chance to attack the Fungal Fortress. Beset on three sides, the Fungal Fortress would face its greatest crisis since its rise.
However, the actual situation was somewhat different from what they had imagined.
Previously, each impact from the mist had been fiercer than the last, but after he repelled the mist for the third time, the intervals between its subsequent impacts grew longer and longer. It had clearly entered an ebbing phase, yet there had been no movement from the Empire's side.
Had something unexpected happened within the Empire as well, causing them to fail to seize this opportunity, or did they have some other plan?
Unable to figure it out, the Sword Saint could only focus his energy on the present. The mist shrouded over once again.
All around was a vast expanse of white. With practiced ease, the Sword Saint wrapped a tentacle around his sword hilt, maintaining a stance from which he could fight at any moment, waiting for the mist to finish constructing the scene.
Only this time, the scene before him left the Sword Saint somewhat