Poison Dragon Swamp blended seamlessly into a marshy jungle, marking the boundary between the swamp and Half-Moon Lake. It was here that Orion and Slagor were about to part ways.
"I'm giving you one month," Orion said. "You can move your family and some of your young folk to Blackstone City. From now on, Poison Dragon Swamp will be a hunting ground—just a temporary base."
He gazed at the marsh before him. It was his territory. Slagor's first task upon returning to the swamp would be a full-scale migration, and his second task would be taking stock of their resources.
"As for the neighbors to the east, ignore them for now," Orion continued. "Once I reach Legendary level—and if they try invading my territory—then I'll pay them a visit."
He looked toward the east, where, beyond the endless marshes, lived a tribe of centaurs long at odds with Slagor's lizardfolk.
