Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
After that brutal attack, the entire Molten Iron Mountain Range fell into a strange peace. No large-scale conflicts had occurred since.
It was as if the shadow of the Black Wizards had never fallen upon this land.
Allen hadn't wasted this precious period of peace. He had converted every Magic Stone, every bit of ore, into war machines of steel and Runes.
This was Allen's fifth year in this world.
In the workshop's central control room, the blue light representing Allen's forces on the massive holographic sand table had already swallowed nearly half of the map's area.
Only three locations remained unconquered: Magma Lake, the Crystalized Forest, and the Black Stone Gobi.
[Commander, this month's financial settlement is complete.]
Jarvis's voice rang out.
[Total controlled mines: 12]
[Average monthly ore output value: 1.12 million Low-Level Magic Stones]
