After elevating all the Ancient Tree Guardians, Lear felt exceptionally content.
Although they were few in number, their strength on the battlefield, especially in positional and defensive battles, could not be underestimated by anyone!
Calming himself, he focused his attention on his mind.
Sensing the surging power of Authority, he took a deep breath.
After mastering the Authority of the Swamp, he hadn't had time to delve deeply into it. Now it seemed that what he had done was far from enough.
How could Authority be so simple?! Clearly, there was still a lot waiting to be excavated.
After finishing up here, he let the Ancient Tree Guardians either station themselves where needed or go to work in the Blacksmith Shop.
Lear, with a subtly nuanced feeling, returned to the City Hall.
Unlike before, he did not fall asleep but lay down on the bed, feeling tired, and his spirit slowly sank into his mind.
