Leonel entered his workshop, his mind racing. It was hard to tell exactly what he needed, but the possibilities felt endless. Unfortunately, sometimes, having too many paths to take was as good as having none.

What he needed were a few good paths so that he could focus all of his attention on them.

His gaze flickered as he took a breath.

Since things had already reached this point, he would go all out.

The Human Domain couldn't be considered to have returned to its height. The time that had passed had been too short, and the turmoil had yet to return to a state of rest.

However, Leonel had already said it once before.

He hadn't come here to play King. He had a very specific purpose, and the stability of the Human Race had nothing to do with him.

He had already saved them once. Without his existence, they would have already been wiped out by the Sea Gods.

As such, he didn't hesitate for even a moment as he mobilized them in full force and began marching toward the Ancient Battlefield.

The blood of the humans boiled. They had been suppressed for years. The idea that they could have their revenge like this, and so quickly, was something that moved them all.

Very few had the insight to see that this wasn't the smartest thing to do. And even if they did, they could only sigh and keep their thoughts to themselves.

was that even these intelligent scholars had no way to explain how it was that Leonel had been able

that the Humans

result, even those that felt that this wasn't the right path simply didn't dare to say anything. At this point, who had the right to doubt

the Rapax echoed throughout the skies. They roared, stomping their feet and slapping

had been to war. The excitement bubbled up from the depths of their souls and they formed a tide that rushed

stood, his

The Rapax were an incredibly pure race, so they were more sensitive to certain things than others would be. Their culture might

of a choice in this matter... Leonel didn't leave them much

path

His skin was wrinkled and long, grizzled hair of white and grey fell down

a milky whiteness with just the faintest hints

the valiant aura he exuded was

garden, his third eye hidden beneath the folds of his wrinkles. He leaned forward in his chair, a cane of white oak that looked somewhat

react. But it was hard to tell

is a disturbance on the Ancient Battlefield. Mobilize the strongest armies of the

continued to stare off blankly

the Oryx Domain, and as though hearing a call, several female Oryx rushed

before the Oryx Emperor

move again, but the maids stripped him of his clothing and

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