He already had a plan in mind.
But the time was not yet right.
Before long, a letter was sent from White Castle, which was under siege by the Northern Expedition Army. After being passed from hand to hand, it arrived at a tent outside Kolon City.
...
From the outside, the tent was unremarkable, its only notable feature being its immense size. Inside, however, were all the leaders of the Northern Expedition Army.
If, at this very moment, a Great Mage with incredibly profound Magic Cultivation were to cast a spell like the Giant Spirit of Atlas, a hundred-blade-tall giant could stomp down with a single foot.
That would be enough to relieve Kolon's predicament and cause the entire Northern Border Corps to collapse on its own.
But that was just wishful thinking. Even in an age where Magic flourished, only a Legendary Mage could cast a spell of that level.
It wasn't something today's half-baked Mages could possibly pull off.
