Isdalia, high atop the towering pillars of stone, lay a magnificent, white altar encircled by white smoke, where the Red Dragon languidly coiled upon its marble throne.
Beside him stood Ramp, the Ogre Archmage, and in front of them were vast Magic Images showcasing the state of various battle zones along The Imperial's Wall.
Cassius, intrigued by the sight of the Massacre Demon being surrounded and killed, asked, "How many Dragon Scale Cultivators of this sort are still within the imperial borders?"
Ramp answered, "Master, this project is still in the experimental phase, and currently we only have twenty-one. Of those, only twelve are able to fight normally and stably."
"Snap—"
While speaking, the corpulent ogre's body flickered, becoming somewhat ethereal, and particles of light appeared on the surface of his skin.
"I apologize, Master. My physical body might have encountered a battle, so this simulation is somewhat unstable."
