This was the little gadget the Mushroom Merchant had recently tinkered out; Miser was getting more and more addicted to monitoring, and simply buried his main body deep beneath the territory. His immense mycelium network, like the nervous system of the Earth, covered every inch of the land and even extended into the mist.
Any creature that stepped onto this "mycelium carpet"—its weight, Magic Power fluctuations, physical condition, even emotional state—would be captured and fed back by the mycelium.
On the sand table, the green light representing Elda stayed calm as usual.
Meanwhile, at the eastern edge of the mist, a constantly flickering, ominous crimson light was moving toward the inside of the territory at a steady speed.
"What about its exact strength?"
"Let me see…"
The Mushroom Merchant's voice rang out again, providing a more detailed analysis:
