In the pitch-dark Underground City, Amberser was casting the World Weaving Spell.
But this time, without a hapless soul to provide him with a tremendous amount of magic, Amberser could only consume the gold from the Golden Throne.
It was a true sparing of no expense, but in order to transform the Underground City as soon as possible, Amberser had no other choice.
The world turned into a canvas, on which Amberser could freely paint, transforming the world into whatever he desired.
"First, let's unearth this entire city," Amberser said.
His fingers slid through the air, the sands and stones, which had existed for who knows how many years, began to loosen. What used to take dozens of strikes with a shovel to chip away a little bit now fell like water, and then was channeled into those empty houses.
Amberser's senses spread out, and the buried city began to reveal its true form.
