"This barrier is not breaking," the King-rank middle-aged man frowned.
He had attacked several times already, but the barrier didn't even budge.
"Call backup," Voren said, his eyes cold and resolved. "This person is a balance breaker. Once he gets stronger and cooks even better food, and joins a force opposing us, we will lose our hegemony over this continent."
"Either he joins us by contract or he dies. Call enough backup that the four Magic Towers won't dare to interfere in this business."
"That would cause quite a bit of trouble, prince," the middle-aged woman frowned. "This city is not ours, and if we undermine the authority of others, we will gain more enmity from these south-west Magic Towers. Each of them has at least two Emperor-rank powerhouses, and the Mistbound Magic Tower has trade deals with the Nightrift Clan."