Three years.
That was all it took for the Seventeenth Continent to finally shed its deadland status.
Red sat on his obsidian throne, his eyes scanning the live visual feeds across his Void sanctuary's main monitor. Down on the physical map, the toxic grey beaches had been excavated and replaced by massive, reinforced coastal fortresses. Thick white veins, which was Sylara's Omni-web, were grafted directly into the stone and metal, acting as the continent's new nervous system.
"Mana distribution is holding steady across the eastern grid," Sylara's voice came through the comm-link. Her avatar floated on a secondary screen. "But overall progress remains slow. We have only fully utilized three of the thirty-four mythic blueprints you distributed."
"Three is enough for a foundation," Red replied, tapping his console. "The Planetary Defense Ring, the Hyper-Mana Forge, and the Continental Shield. As long as those three are operational, the border is secure."
