Work

It had been five days since I had returned from the ruin, and I was swamped with work. Overseeing all three projects is not an easy thing, especially after a break when there are hundreds of things waiting for me to do.

Currently, I am sitting on the floor, surrounded by sixty-four elite tyrants, all of whom have nine tubes like strings attached to their bodies while they are being densely covered in a dark grey clay mixture, which is densely packed with runes.

I have been at it for nearly forty minutes and would be finished in ten minutes at most. 

I have my eyes closed, but I can clearly see the great meta-physical changes that are occurring in them. The changes are similar to what the other four batches had gone through.