And in Count Theodore's hands… was that magic?
As Yan Xing watched with keen interest, the magic in the old Earl's hands dispersed. Droplets splashed everywhere, and many turned into wisps of white smoke before vanishing.
"Lord Earl, it seems you came well-prepared for this meeting."
Yan Xing knew what Theodore meant when he spoke of strength.
Seeing is believing.
While Nuta City was plunged into an elusive and unknown storm, large numbers of the Northern Swamp Tribe left the swamp to gather and build their territory. The implications of such a move were certainly worth speculating about.
In the past, the presence of the Swamp Tribe groups from the Thunderous Swamp was not prominent on the Wildwind Highlands, yet no one dared to ignore their existence.
