The absolute, unprecedented peace of the Golden Age had inevitably led to a highly predictable biological consequence.
The population of the Oakhaven valley was rapidly expanding.
Mortal merchants, skilled artisans, and deeply respectful beastman families had flocked to the northern sanctuary, completely protected by the absolute perimeter defense of the pantheon. Within exactly two years, the localized settlement surrounding the Warlord's manor had blossomed into a thriving, highly prosperous village. The streets were completely safe, the harvests were mathematically flawless, and the community was rapidly producing a brand new generation of mortal children.
Valeria, possessing the absolute tactical foresight of a seasoned Commander, immediately recognized a massive, highly critical sociological vulnerability within her own household.
