704. Leyon Of Sol
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The mother spider worked its way around, and its children sorted everything they received. Boxes upon boxes, as big as a dozen meters wide and deep. Filled with pages with dotted codes, a hundred, a thousand, a million—unquantifiable.
Project Sky Eye worked flawlessly under the hidden floor of the Pope's Palace. Intelligence gathered from every part of Sol, from every single noble house, whore house, tavern, gambling den, monastery, and even the battlefield. The ever-expanding network was still not at its full capacity, and yet the information coming into that room seemed impossible to manage.
But magic was magic, and miracles were a common sight in the land of Solis. Complex machinery working on magical energy continued to sort everything, from coded dots to words, then sorted based on the area, the category, and the severity.