The victory against Warlord Ignis was a turning point, but not a conclusion. The water around the Iron-Jaw Fortress still boiled with the residual heat of the battle, but Alvian didn't linger. The [Genesis Mode] cooldown was ticking, and his mana, while infinite in regeneration, required focus to channel effectively.
He stood on the ridge, looking east toward the Coral Plains. The territory of the Seahorse Warlord, Kulit, whom Alvian had dismantled days ago. Since Kulit's death, the region had been in chaos, a power vacuum the Syndicate had tried to fill.
But now, the water tasting of that region wasn't chaotic. It was dead.
"System. Analysis."
[Zone: Coral Plains]
[Mana Density: Low]
[Life Signs: Minimal]
"Silence," Alvian noted. "Inefficient. Even in a power vacuum, there should be scavengers. There should be noise."
