Red sat comfortably on his throne, swiping a hand across the digital console to close the visual feed from the western shipyards.
The Second Continent was officially liberated.
'Iron-Scale and the Vanguard executed the operation perfectly,' Red thought, resting his chin on his knuckles. 'Now, I just need to hold up my end of the bargain and prepare them for the desert.'
Before fulfilling his promise and distributing power to his frontline commanders, Red needed to stabilize his own foundation. He needed to be Rank 18 to gain the ability to share magic with eligible followers. And managing an invasion force of over a million soldiers across hostile territory required a much higher degree of divine authority than he currently possessed. He tapped the glowing interface, pulling up his personal status panel.
[ Current Status: Rank 14 (Celestial Monarch) ]
[ Divine Points (DP): 1,141,435,000 ]
[ Faith Points: 7,500,000,000 ]
