Spiral plains was deucedly unhappy, his favorite glasses had been shattered, his clothes were burnt ripped and torn, barely containing his spiralness, and he still hadn't managed to inflict a decisive blow to the monsters on the other side of him. His most recent move which he provisionally named the tidal spiral had buried them but given their resilience he didn't expect that to be the end of matters.
Holding fast he let the strength of the domain behind him fill him as his radiant spiral finished growing leaving a new section for him to annex when he got the chance. The natural abundance of grass land served well to support this large scale magics just outside his domain. He might not have the slaying power, but his land was forever, and he could fight like this near his domain for far longer than other stewards would have been able to.
