Still at the plaza, the clan leaders were deep in thought. They didn't really understand Darian's reasoning.
Even if they gathered every single member of all the neutral clans, they still wouldn't match the current number of disciples in the Divine Seven-Star Sect. That was because the sect's territory was the only safe place for commoners running from the Radiant King. Anyone who tried to escape through the wilds was relentlessly hunted down and killed.
So the sect always received new people, placing them in the cities. Given the delicate situation and the need for new soldiers, those people had as many children as possible, hoping at least one would have the talent to become a disciple.
Thinking about it, if Darian just waited and trained the sect disciples in silence, in a few hundred years he'd have a huge, terrifying army — without needing the clans at all.
But instead, Darian was sharing everything he had with everyone. What was the point of that?
