1894. Risks

"We were thinking really hard about your request, right?" The orange humanoid figure inside the white separate space explained. "And then it hit us. Getting our existence back will take a long time, so it's better to focus on what we can do to mess things up with our current assets."

Noah's group had gathered in the separate space inside the orange mineral to question the old rulers after the recent events. A horde of magical beasts had joined the city. Many of those creatures were in the ninth rank. Still, some featured weaker beasts due to the packs that had managed to hide their presence inside the storms.

"The city is our greatest achievement after separating from the sky," The old rulers continued, "But we can't deny our feats with the Kesier apes. Our knowledge gives us the chance to improve magical beasts, so we sent some of our underlings to gather weak packs."