The cost of war was never small, especially for defense. Normally, the city would ask its citizens to contribute Natural Spirits to sustain the Defense Formation.
It was a normal thing during wartime—no one minded giving something for the safety of their homes.
Richard, however, had just become the city's ruler, and this war was entirely his fault. He still had enough shame not to ask the townspeople for anything.
For the sake of pride and dignity, he would use his own Natural Spirits.
He had tens of millions of them — a huge number for a Magus below the Lord Realm.
'Let's start with ten million,' he thought.
He extended his hand toward the Formation Core.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless Natural Spirits surged out, flowing into the Formation Core through its small openings.
Inside, the spirits began to drift around the core.
