Mikhailis leaned back into his cushioned chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest as he monitored the progress displayed on the glasses' interface. The underground fortress for the Skullborne Ravager was coming together nicely—an expansive hidden stronghold, buried deep beneath the surface, and it seed that the chira ant workers were making impressive progress. The top of the fortress was being covered with soil and foliage, blending it with the natural surroundings. Each worker ant moved with purpose, their movents precise, the earth piled and smoothed to leave no trace of the underground construction.
"It's starting to look like a proper fortress," Mikhailis muttered to himself, a smile curling on his lips.
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He switched the feed to observe Skullborne Ravager. The imposing creature, now in his goblin champion form, was in the midst of supervising the cleaning efforts of the fortress. With his height, muscular physique, and a crown of bone-like protrusions on his head, Skullborne Ravager looked every bit the nacing figure Mikhailis intended him to be. He worked alongside the chira ant workers, his powerful hands carefully arranging stone blocks, positioning them to make the fortress appear both practical and formidable. He paid particular attention to the throne room, ensuring that the centerpiece—a throne made of twisted roots and bone—looked impressive enough to instill respect or fear.
"Looks like he's taking his job seriously," Mikhailis said, chuckling as he watched the Skullborne Ravager shoo away one of the ants when it misplaced a stone.
"And I gotta say, I'm a fan of the throne. Very dramatic."
Mikhailis perked up at Rodion's words. He leaned forward, focusing on the display that shifted to show the scouting report.
"Scouting mission? You an our goblin recruitnt drive?"
Mikhailis's eyes sparkled with interest as he reviewed the feed. The goblins were indeed a sorry sight—their small camp was poorly maintained, their supplies ager, and there was no sign of a capable leader. They bickered amongst themselves, their faces painted with frustration and hunger.
"Perfect," Mikhailis murmured, his grin widening.
"This is exactly what we need. A bunch of lost goblins, looking for soone to lead them."
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