Red leaned back against his throne. The decrypted tactical data floated above his central console, illuminating his face with a pale blue glow. He possessed the exact elemental affinities of the ten remaining Earthling squads stationed along the border. Sending his basic infantry to fight a collection of highly specialized mages was a mathematical error.
He needed monsters tailored for the exact magic waiting across the Sovereign's Path.
Red accessed the system interface and activated the Cellular Mastery Protocol. He projected his divine authority deep beneath the golden palace, channeling millions of DP to hollow out a vast subterranean chamber. He transformed the space into a sprawling biological forge.
Down in the desert capital, Iron-Scale and Krax stood on an observation balcony overlooking the newly formed vats. Thousands of Vanguard shock troops lined up along the cavern floor. They stepped into the glowing alchemical pools without a single word of complaint.
