After the first stage of the World Fortification Plan began, Lucien finally returned to his private chamber.
For a while, he simply stood at the entrance.
The room had changed.
One side of the chamber had become a small mountain range of cube drops.
They were stacked in neat piles, messy piles, half-organized piles, and one suspiciously round pile that could only have been arranged by his pets.
The slimes would bring more from time to time.
Lucien smiled despite himself.
For one quiet hour, there was a mountain of drops in front of him.
And one of Lucien's oldest joys had always been opening drops.
He walked into the chamber and closed the door behind him.
Lucien waved his hand.
The cube drops rose.
One by one, they arranged themselves into floating rows of different colors.
Common.
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Uncommon.
Rare.
Epic.
Legendary.
Mythical.
And then, shining with a pressure that made the air thicken around them, Divine.
Lucien's smile deepened.
