A Month of Progress
The once-barren mountainside was now a bustling hub of activity, transformed by the tireless efforts of Golems and Skeleton workers, and the advanced technology of the Sorcerous Empire. In just a month, a massive fort had risen from the ground, its walls and towers piercing the sky like giant's fangs. The Gate, a shimmering portal that connected this world to others, stood at the heart of the fort, its power coursing through the very fabric of the structure.
The fort's design was a marvel of modern engineering, with towering walls that seemed to defy gravity, and a labyrinthine network of tunnels and chambers carved into the mountainside. The walls were enchanted with powerful magic, making them all but impenetrable to any would-be attackers. Cannons, machine guns, and other deadly armaments were mounted along the walls, ready to unleash hell upon any foe foolish enough to approach.
Inside the fort, a thriving military base had taken shape. Storage areas overflowed with supplies, garages hummed with the sound of engines, and administration buildings bustled with activity. Living quarters, research centers, workshops, hospitals, inns, barracks, stables, and command centers all played their part in supporting the vast army that called this place home.
Beyond the fort's walls, a network of roads and tunnels crisscrossed the mountains, allowing for rapid deployment of troops and supplies. Scout Towers, perched atop the highest peaks, stood watch like sentinels, their weapons at the ready to strike at a moment's notice. Invisible magic shrouded the bunkers, making them all but invisible to the naked eye.
In the surrounding mountains, a strange and wondrous ecosystem had taken root. Treants, Ghosts, Plants, and Dryads roamed the forest, their twisted forms a testament to the dark magic that permeated this realm. These creatures served as guardians, protecting the fort and its inhabitants from any threats that might arise.
Ragnarok's Office
In a dimly lit office, deep within the fort, Ragnarok sat behind a massive desk, his eyes fixed on a large map of the surrounding region. Albert, his trusted aide, stood before him, awaiting instructions.
"Sir, there are two cities on either side of this mountain range," Albert reported. "The southern city is Rondel, the city of knowledge, and the northern city is Italica, the city of commerce. Which city should we approach first?"
Ragnarok's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of each choice. "Send Altair to Italica and William to Rondel," he decided, his voice firm and authoritative.
"Yes, Sir," Albert replied, making a note on his parchment. "I have another report to present, Sir."
"What is it?" Ragnarok asked, his interest piqued.
"We've discovered several Humanoid villages around this mountain range, Sir. The villagers were attacked by the imperial troops. We've captured some soldiers, and according to them, their emperor ordered the attacks."
Ragnarok's expression darkened, his anger simmering just below the surface. "What was the purpose of these attacks?"
"It seems they wanted to prevent us from using the villages resources, Sir," Albert replied, his voice laced with disgust.
Ragnarok's eyes flashed with anger. "Fools. They don't know that we can deliver supplies to our troops through gates at any time, or that our troops can store up to 500 kg of supplies in their inventory."
"What do we do with the villagers now, Sir?" Albert asked, his concern for the innocent civilians evident.
Ragnarok's expression softened, his voice taking on a more benevolent tone. "Build a city for them next to the mountains. They are our citizens now, and we will protect them."
"Very well, Sir," Albert replied, making a note on his parchment.
As the meeting drew to a close, Ragnarok's mind turned to the challenges that lay ahead. The Sorcerous Empire would stop at nothing to achieve its goals, and it was up to him to ensure that his people were prepared to face whatever dangers lay in store.