It was noon on the third day after the fall of the Black Serpent royal family. It was also the last day Michael could feed his talent anything significant for a long time.
Right now, he stood inside a mine several miles away from the capital. The mine was enormous. Dark metallic ore covered the walls while faint traces of mana shimmered beneath the stone like buried starlight.
This place had originally belonged to one of the forces that had been wiped out during the battle.
Since Michael had already ordered the mine to be vacated beforehand, no one knew how much of its reserve had already disappeared. Of course, they would know later, but Michael simply did not care.
Before someone bought it from him or entered a cooperative arrangement with him, this place belonged to him. And since it belonged to him, he could do whatever he wanted with it.
After giving the hollowed-out mine one final glance, Michael quietly disappeared.
