Inner City, Yongdu.
War had always been about one thing: the seizure of land and the resources it held.
Clans rise and fell over fertile valleys, mineral-rich mountains, and strategic passes. Armies marched not for glory but for dominance, control over trade routes, mana-rich regions, and territories that could strengthen a clan for generations to come.
"But this conflict between the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult and the Arakuro Clan is no longer about land," Goro murmured with a thoughtful look on his face as he read the intel reports of the ongoing war.
In the background, the children of the Tsuitsui—those that were at the Mana Vortex Rank—were going through hellish training, guided by none other than Adam.
"Auhh!" Adam whacked one of Goro's younger brothers who was resting, urging him to continue training.
