498 Migration of a Capital (2/2)
”Those of you willing to follow King Wilheim to create a new nation, now's your chance!” Lunara shouted with excitement, still standing in the air overhead. ”Those willing to follow, raise your hand now! Those that wish to remain, keep your hands down. Otherwise, you'll end up in Trodar without a way back.”
The ocean of people ceased chanting, but everyone then rose their hands to the sky. Some struggled and took a moment to decide. However, after seeing so many people willing to abandon everything, they too raised an arm. Also, knowing that dragons and gods were also invading Aazoon was quite convincing to those less affected by the current mob mentality.
Then, two figures appeared on the platform in a blink of spatial energy. Not many people noticed them, at least not at first. When the entire city and the outlying area was flooded by an ethereal purple energy, the crowd then took notice of the source, a man that was covered in the thickest purple energy around.
No explanation was given to the crowd. Standing beside Moranti was Eedaj, who was sharing his God's Perspective with the God of Space.
”Wow… He got so many people to show up? We'll have to conquer an entire nation to fit them properly…” Moranti chuckled as he and Eedaj made sure to find every last one of the nearby citizens.
Once everyone was accounted for, Moranti smiled and clapped his hands.
The sea of spatial energy blinked with a flash. It didn't even last a second. And to everyone inside that energy, nothing had appeared to change once the flash had passed. They still stood within Frostburn City and everyone was exactly where they once stood. However, when they looked up, they couldn't find Lunara anymore, nor could they find the cloudy, cold sky of Aazoon.
”Welcome to Gilga!” Moranti's voice billowed with laughter.
After his announcement, some people noticed the ice on the ground starting to melt. Those on the outskirts looked around to spot another city, not even a kilometer away. On the opposite side of the outskirts, people were on the edge of the forest, only it was very unnatural. The line of trees was strange as if it now bent around Frostburn City.
”Moranti… you didn't need to bring the city!” Eedaj shouted in laughter.
”What's wrong with that? Now we don't need to pay more for so many temporary homes. Remember, we have to keep the guild in mind first, and its budget,” replied Moranti, slapping the utterly baffled king on the back. ”Once we clear out a place for your kingdom, then I'll teleport your city wherever you want. Lots of people keep their homes and belongings while you keep the palace!”
Wilheim said nothing, nor could he if he wanted. He understood that Moranti had control over space and could transport groups of people via teleportation or spatial rift… but teleporting a capital city was too much for his mind to fathom.
All the while, Moranti kissed his scythe again with a loving smile. Though it still cost the God of Space plenty of mana to teleport the entire city, it was his precious scythe that allowed him to do it for less and keep some mana leftover in case of emergencies.