At the top of the Isdalia Grand Altar, Cassius sat on the newly constructed marble throne, adapted to accommodate his growing size, exhaling a hot white smoke.
"With these words, you should know what to do..."
Beneath the throne, Ogres, Great Goblins, Tieflings, Lizardfolk, and hundreds of Bipedal Wyvern clan leaders from across the Empire gathered together.
White Dragons, Chimeras, and many other retainers with special statuses also crowded around the altar, each occupying a place, even representatives of the players were there in the dozens.
By now, the Empire's population was nearly ten million, and the internal racial structure was increasingly complex, making the management system somewhat cumbersome.
