Michael pulled his hand away.
His gaze traveled across the three enormous rings.
Their purpose was simple.
The outer wall separated the borders of his domain from everything beyond it. The second protected what Michael considered the inner territory. The third formed the central area around the Universal Cornerstone.
Outer Area. Inner Area. Central Area.
Currently, those distinctions were almost meaningless. As there were no settlements or subjects, aside from Michael's undead and whatever monsters still existed within portions of the territory, most of the land was empty wilderness.
Yet Michael had ordered the walls constructed anyway.
He was preparing for something that hadn't been confirmed.
The future of the Origin Battlefield.
Michael still didn't know exactly what would happen when the battlefield underwent whatever transformation seemed to be approaching.
