Back in the palace's library, his eyes sparkled as he turned the parchment without wasting a second.
The orange phoenix feather scratched the yellowish surface, blueish lines sketching one rough design after another. Of course, he began by focusing on utility. After all, the blessed land's strength was its ecosystem and abundant qi. He couldn't lose them just to turn it into a flying bastion. But altering the formations after a brief two months of study?
He rapidly frowned. 'I can't change its form too much. It'll be supermassive, though.'
In terms of scale, the palace could be compared to the College of Alchemy and Transmutations, the surrounding fields to Alkemia Al-Nur's bustling city, and the forests and mountains were slightly broader than the desert. Back then, he had taken three days to cross it in Arun's carriage, so it was by no means small.
