Maxwell looked at the large empty area in the center that he had left for the creation of the inner district. Well, a portion of his necrotic senses noticed the body of the magical giant beetle hybrid being dragged off to Wormer. He looked over his necropolis at its current state. It has a finished outer district and a large empty space in the center, as well as himself at its dead center.

  So he has room to play with, as it were. Especially as he only has two projects to build for the inner district. So now what was he to build? Maxwell thought about what would be good representations of his undead grass elemental lords. He looked at the two with his necrotic magical senses and decided that Red Razor Armory would be first. He didn't have a particular reason for it; he just decided that one would be first.

  So with the first project decided on, he began to think about how he would go about it. Now seeing as they were both lords, he figured that they would get mansions within the necropolis's inner district. As that was usually what lords lived in with a city, he thought. Thought it was hard to be sure, as he had lost most of his memories wandering around in the void. So he was going off what pixelated cities he saw in Age of Legends.

  A cold shiver went through him as he remembered those dark times of wandering the endless dark, waiting for anything to come by and make him into a snack. While he lost his memory and mind bit by bit. Maxwell shook his skull, getting away from such dark memories and focusing back on the present. He has a mansion for a lord of angry undead grass elementals to build. So he best get to it.

  He thought on the Lord Red Razor armory, on how he fights and what he is. For that would be the basis of his major. So Maxwell for a while did nothing but think on Lord Red Razor Armory and what and who he is. He found Lord Red Razor's armory to be simple and also complex. As he embodied the rage of the angry undead grass elementals. The Lord was a thing of rage and bloodlust.

  Thought there was a process to its rage and focus. This showed in its fighting style as it brought its speed and skill down upon its enemies in swift charges that targeted the flanks of an enemy. There was no blind rage but targeted. So how to build a mansion about a being of focused rage. "It was a tough task," Maxwell thought to himself.

  Mansions weren't, as far as he was aware, known for giving off feelings of rage to all that saw them. Though on second thought a haunted mansion might, but that's not what he was going for. So what kind of mansion would give such a feeling? Maxwell asked himself. He struggled with the question for a while before it hit him.

  It's not the building but what it's used for that gives it feeling. So if he wanted focused rage from the mansion he was making, then he would have to have the mansion itself be used to focus rage. How to go about such a thing? Maxwell asked himself in his own mind. It took him a while, but he came up with an answer.

  Jousting was an activity that was an act of focused violence and skill. So if the mansion was mainly around hosting jousting matches, then it should fit what he needed. Though that left him with one final part to think of. The outer districts had been built with three projects with three separate buildings each. Which was due to the three artifact nature of the prototype elites.

  At this point, though, he was using the undead grass elemental lords as the basis, not the undead prototypes like before. So should he change this status quo with the inner district? Maxwell asked himself in his mind and eventually came to the conclusion of no. As the undead grass elemental lords get as much as those before them.

  So with the general planning out of the way, Maxwell looked towards the materials left from the previous projects in the outer districts. Which, to his surprise, was massive. It took Maxwell a moment, but he did figure out why. As it seemed, being underground, the smog root fists were unaware of the pause on construction.

  So they had just kept providing rocks from underground while he focused on the magical giant beetle hybrid attacking the wall. So with the massive supply of rocks, he simply had to wait for the undead hornets and undead butterflies to gather him the other necessary supplies, which did not take long. So he quickly got to work building the first mansion.

  First he formed the required hands out of necrotic smog and began gathering up a large amount of rocks. He then began molding them into a large and flat square foundation. Once that was done and put into the ground, he moved onto the next part: the walls. He made them long and tall, forming what were effectively just a series of long hallways rather than any actual rooms.

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  Once that part was done he added a series of large steps to a center hallway that went to second floor. He then gathered more rocks and began molding them into the roof of the first floor, which became the second floor. Once he was done, he added that part and then proceeded to create walls for the second floor. Though he left a large hole in the back and, unlike the first, made a room, though only one.

  He essentially had created one large viewing room at the back of the mansion. This is room for the Lord Red Razor armory. Now with the building itself done, it was time to work on the courtyard. He gathered the twigs and dead grass and then began making fences and stands with them. He had the twigs act as the frame and the grass be the binding. Once it was all done, he had a long courtyard surrounded by a fence with gates. The sides contained stands, while at its center was a long fence separating two empty areas.

  So this courtyard would be the joust area, and with that part done, the mansion was complete. So he simply added the final touch and flooded the entire thing with angry necrotic smog, letting it soak into every part of the construction. It wasn't long before changes were seen as spikes started sprouting in random places and a feeling of rage hovered over the jousting courtyard.

  So with that, the first creation was finished; now it was time to work on the next one. Luckily Maxwell had thought on this and began creating a road leading into the mansion. He first started by grinding the rocks into gravel, then putting them into the ground to form very basic and short roads. Once that was done, he began creating the reasons for the roads' little toll forts.

  He created two walls out of rock and then gates with undead grass woven together into a sort of net. Maxwell then created two more, as there were three roads, and so each one would have a small toll fort. Only once that was done were both the basic roads and the little forts filled with rage-inducing necrotic smog, causing changes as it has done before.

  The undead grass gates become red and sharp as a blade, turning them from a net to an actual gate made from sharp red grass blades. The small roads became red and firmer as well as a bit sharp. Maxwell gave it all a look over and was fine with it and so looked towards the last building for the project to be completed.

  So Maxwell thought on it, trying to think of what the last building could be made based around the Lord Red Razor Armory. He was stumped for a while till the answer occurred to him: why not make him an Armory, as it is his last name? So he got to it; he got more rocks, as he had an abundance, and began molding them into the required shapes.

  He first made the foundation, putting it in front of the mansion in between two of its red roads. He then added and created reinforced walls and a roof. Then put a hole in the front and put a bunch of twigs in the hole, then wrapped them in dead grass. He then added another set of walls and a net of grass in front of the twigged hole. He then filled the empty building with dead blades of grass.

  Seeing everything was ready, Maxwell added necrotic rage smog and then watched the necessary changes occur as the dead grass turned into angry grass blades. The grass net and the bundle of twigs turned into a gate of red grass blades and a door riddled with spikes. So he now had an armory filled with angry grass blades, which meant the final building was complete. The purple scroll appeared to show the final tally of his work.

  Maxwell found himself with a lot to take on as he stared at the scroll before him and all that it was telling him. This was a bit hard to do, as the warned-about implications were trying to interrupt his focus. As the red roads quickly spread through out the inner district and out into the outer district. They then went through both dock entrances and put into the wider country of the undead kingdom of necrotic smog.

  Though it was only once they were out into the country side that the red road forts started to appear. They appeared to grow out of the red road itself with no effort on his part. This caused the other warning to kick in as seemingly unending hordes of undead rage grass centipedes and undead rage grass spiders swarmed the red road forts and fought each other.

  He had no idea why and was about to use his authority to stop the fighting when he felt Lord Red Razor Armory tug at his senses. He turned to him and felt Red Razor Armory speaking to him through angry necrotic smog, though not in words but more in images. With the images, he understood and left the fighting to its course.

  As it would turn out, the fighting was a natural part of the new hierarchy. As at the moment all angry undead grass elementals were peasants besides their lord. So they had to earn the work of squire by fighting each other at the red road forts. Once they had fought enough there and done their duties of keeping the red road clear, they would make a journey to the capital necropolis, fighting at all the red road forts they passed along the way.

  Once they had succeeded and made it to the lord's mansion, they could joust before their lord, the Red Razor Armory, and eventually prove themselves worthy of being bestowed the title of knight. So Maxwell found himself thinking after proceeding with all that. He was thinking that his countryside was going to get a lot more exciting, and it hadn't been dull to begin with.