Allen sat on the throne, rubbing his temples to ease a slight headache.
The strain of the Allen Network was heavier than he had anticipated. With his current Spiritual Power as a Second-level Wizard, he couldn't maintain it around the clock without interruption.
Still, it was enough for now.
He slowly closed his eyes, gathering the Spiritual Power he had just withdrawn and twisting it into a single thread once more.
This time, his target was no longer within the borders of the Aiselan Kingdom.
'It's time to cast my gaze further afield.'
The continent where the Aiselan Kingdom resided was completely encircled by an eternal, swirling Storm Belt of Magic Power and an endless swarm of Heart-eaters, making it seem like a massive prison.
He had always speculated that this continent was a "pasture," and the Heart-eaters were the "scythes" that came to harvest periodically.
Before, he lacked the power to verify this theory.
