William ignored all of that and took note of how immensely huge the number of spirit masters were in the Scorching Lands. He saw enough to rival the army gathered up by the Long clan by many folds actually.
And that was only a small part of the real force this place really had.
William hadn't met a single monster since leaving that battlefield. He crossed a distance that should be crossed in two hours but in five thanks to all the incoming spirit masters from the fort direction, blocking his path forward.
But that told him he was heading in the right direction at least.
It was like a dam fell and the entire world was filled with racing and widely running waters. The moment William got closer to the fort, he couldn't help but stop, looking in admiration towards the piece of wonder in front of him.
He always thought that the fort was just like the academy, the Long clan, a place that got surrounded by walls and defences, filled with lots of people and various buildings.
