The following day, as the sun gradually rose over the horizon, casting its warm rays over the Murky Mountains, the fully-constructed camp started to buzz with commotion.
Excitement and anticipation filled the air as the Magi slowly gathered in front of the headquarters. A grand pavilion had been erected before this building, its banners flapping gently in the morning breeze.
In front of this pavilion, a raised platform had been set up where all the Rank 2 Magi from the various stronghold cities had already gathered. These Mana Liquefaction Magi stood proudly on the platform, their auras intimidating and worthy of admiration.
Today was the day that the allied forces of the Southern Federation would begin their assault on the orcs.
The time for payback had come!
However, before that, the higher-ups had decided that there was something that they still needed to do - a formal award ceremony.
