Since who knew when, the death energy in the air of the Ash Sun World had begun to dwindle bit by bit.
In its place came an ever more gloomy sky.
Both sides of the war could sense it: an atmosphere like mountains before rain, winds filling the tower, had shrouded the entire world.
"The weather is about to change," a Wizard muttered.
"Your Eminence, this is the attack plan we have drafted."
After three days of discussion, the Old Wizards of the General Headquarters had reached a consensus based on the observation Wizards' reports—they had to attack before the Scorched Snowstorm.
Most of the offensive plan had also been worked out during those discussions.
Richard gave the plan handed over by Grand Wizard Absolute Zero a rough read, then left his mark upon it.
"This will do. Proceed accordingly."
Watching Richard leave his mark so decisively, Grand Wizard Absolute Zero could not help feeling a surge of envy.
To him, this was one manifestation of Richard's authority.
If a war went badly, then it went badly. Even losing this world was no great matter to someone of His Eminence's stature.
Such immense authority let Richard handle everything as lightly as lifting a weight, as easily as turning his hand over.
What he did not know was that he had still fallen into the limitations of a Grand Wizard.
Having the Staff Department to assist really is wonderful. These Old Wizards have made the plan watertight, Richard marveled inwardly.
Richard's seeming casualness was not because his authority would cover for him, but because he knew full well that his war experience was far inferior to those staff officers'.
For a leader, one's own talents were actually secondary.
The only talent a leader needed was knowing how to employ people