Days slipped by, one after another, and it became increasingly clear that a devastating clash was inevitable. Both empires began to slow their campaigns, gathering strength for the battle ahead.
Zaroth's city used this moment to slowly increase its influence. After the infrastructure had been fixed, they began to send scout missions to inspect the enemy lines for traps and resources.
And the man himself used the time to train as much as he could.
"Try it again," Midnight spoke, her cold gaze piercing him.
With a sigh, Zaroth focused his eyesight. Slowly, inside his green pupils, a crimson ring began to appear.
"Pretty good," Midnight nodded in approval. "You really ought to thank me for how quickly you've progressed," she added with a smug grin.
Zaroth sighed but had to agree. The only reason he was able to learn her influence skill was because she was able to teach things in a proficient manner.
