The dust had settled.
My new forward base, a glorious monument to my own magnificent impatience, was secure.
But it was a fortress built on a knife's edge, a tiny island of demonic power in a vast, angry ocean of humanity.
"This is a problem," I announced to the assembled commanders, my voice a low, dangerous purr that echoed in the pre-dawn gloom.
Pixia, my tiny, flying encyclopedia of all things statistical and annoying, zipped anxiously around my head.
"My Lord, our successful establishment of a forward operating base has been… noticed," she squeaked.
She held up a tiny holographic screen, displaying the chaotic, beautiful mess of the {Laplace} forums.
A new thread, posted by the anonymous administrator, was pinned at the very top.
[ALERT: Zodiac-Class Demon King 'Saburo' has initiated a large-scale [Reign] protocol in the Suzu Prefecture. All nearby players are advised to proceed with extreme caution. Or, you know, grab some popcorn.]
