Maxwell had watched as Wormer had managed to somehow convince the elders to accept his rule. Though granted he didn't understand whatever language they were speaking, he managed to figure out through physical posture, gestures, and the emotions he could pick up through his necromantic sight. Which allowed him to feel the dark emotions of a reluctant acceptance of the situation from the elders, who then spread this through their captured soldiers.

"While now the hard part is over, all you have to do is zone your kingdom, Maxwell." Maxwell said to himself in a fake cheesy voice as he began to try and figure out just how he was going to go about administrating his now vastly larger realm. He then shook his head side to side in frustration at the task before focusing back on the task. He supposed the first thing to do was to separate the three armies back into the nine clans and then ship them back to their territories.

So Maxwell got to that, setting it in motion, having his three commanders, Horter, Bunet, and the miserable rage catapult, use their forces to help separate and prepare the grass pixies for the return trip. There were a few incidents here and there as miscommunications happened between the undead forces of his and the grass pixies. But it was eventually gotten across that they were being separated and sent home, which they were agreeable to.

So it went on for a long while, the confusion and chaos of getting so many all organized for the mass movement while keeping commanders happy. As they had grown rather frustrated with dealing with the grass pixies, he had to watch all three of his undead commanders rather closely. Though eventually, and by some miracle of Phabium, he got them, eight of the nine grass pixie clans, heading back to their original territories. This left only one single clan, the Grass Pixie Clan, within his main zone, as this territory was their original territory; in fact, their village had been turned into his smog catapult workshop.

This left Maxwell in a bit of a bind as to what he should do with them as he continued to watch them as well as the other eight clans as they slowly marched back to their villages. He couldn't destroy the giant catapult workshop, as it would increase the number of his smog catapults and regular grass catapults that he was going to need to patrol his now large territory. Not to mention that it would be a poor reward to the miserable rage catapult to dismantle the workshop that expanded itself into an army just after it had defeated an invading army for him.

Though since the grass pixie clans were now all under him, he needed to find a place for them to live since it was his responsibility as their new ruler. Maxwell thought on it for a moment while trying to come up with where he could put the clan, and then it occurred to him what he could do. "It has been a while since I've experimented." Maxwell said, thinking on the fact that the power of their rituals has been taken from the elders, perhaps by working together he and they could create something that they could live in.

The idea seemed like it could work, though how to communicate it. Maxwell thought about using Wormer once again as his voice but decided against it and instead decided to use the same form of communication that he did with Wormer. This was a bit of a surprise, as several roots suddenly shot out of the ground and wrapped themselves around the heads of the three elders of the pixie clan.

The smog root fist was only wrapped around their heads for a few moments, allowing for Maxwell to get his thoughts across before they let go and went back underground. This allowed the elders a moment to discuss among themselves and the crowd of grass pixies around them that had panicked at the sight of their elders being wrapped in necrotic roots.

For a long while there seemed to be a fierce debate going on before the elders finally agreed and the rest of their kin along with them. Once they did, they gave a nod to his presence, which they could tell was somehow watching them, which showed their agreement. So Maxwell gathered his new power of the dark fey and began to try and pour it into the three elders, using them to focus and create a series of buildings in between himself and the miserable rage catapults warehouse to the south.

Through each elder, he wanted to try and create a different series of buildings using this dark fey magic. It took Maxwell a moment as he didn't have much practice when it came to using dark fey magic. Soon enough, though, he managed to bring the magic out and watch it appear around the elders as worms made out of pure shadow, which made sense; he supposed he did get this magic from Wormer, a dark fey who specialized in the creation of worm war beasts.

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The shadow worms of pure dark fey magic quickly poured into the gathered elders at Maxwell's command. At first nothing happened, as for a long while the three elders just stood there doing nothing with the power until they started to scream. That was when Maxwell realized that they didn't know what to do with the power so experienced with grass pixie magic that they were adapting to dark worm fey magic very well.

So seeing no choice, Maxwell took a far more active role and took control of what was going on instead of simply supplying the elders with power as he had been. He first took control of the grand elder, directing him and guiding the power through him to form the first building, which took shape quickly as hundreds of shadow worms formed into the building. He then left the grand elder panting as he moved on to who was next in the circle, which was Grekal, the grass pixies elder of the farmers.

Maxwell did the same thing with her as he did with the grand elder, though it was more difficult as her rage at his mere existence caused her to resist his influence so much. But Maxwell managed it, causing another great building to form out of hundreds of magic shadows coming together. He then moved to the last elder, who was clearly at his limit when it came to dealing with the unfamiliar magic, who was Gressel, elder of the grass pixie hunters.

Maxwell focused the power one last time through Gressel, causing a third and final large structure to form. Which, upon completion, left Gressel gasping on the ground with his fellow elders as their clansmen took care of them. Maxwell left the three grass pixie elders to be tended to by their kin and looked over the three new buildings that would be the center of the new grass pixie village. As to confirm the result of the ritual, a screen appeared to tell him what he and the elders had created together.

Through collaboration with the elders of a grass pixie clan, you have created the following buildings.

Grassworm workshop: a place where craftsmen use both the magic of grass pixies and dark worm fey magic to create.

The grass fey vault—a bank that safely stored all magical grass underground, making sure that they would always have more to grow no matter what happens above ground.

Worm safari arena—a place where hunters may train their skill by hunting the constantly spawning war rooms below or enjoy the rooms above.

Maxwell looked over what had been created through his collaboration with the elders, and from what he could tell, it seemed what had been created was based on the type of dark fey magic used and what the elder did that was used as a focus. This was an interesting observation that could be something to be tested in later experiments, but for now the village had a starting point instead of having to start fresh.

The grass pixie elders, not too soon after Maxwell was done making his observations, had gotten up and were making their way towards the new center of their new village. They walked around a moment seeing what the buildings were and quickly began barking out orders to get the village made proper.

Seeing that the elders now had everything well in hand, Maxwell leaned back and just let his mind drift for a minute. Then something occurred to him that probably should have occurred to him earlier: How is he moving his head so much? It's just a skull; he shouldn't be moving his head so much.

So now noticing this new particular thing about himself, Maxwell turned his necrotic sight back to himself and began looking himself over, trying to find how he was moving his neck so much. Then he found what was causing him to move his head so much: a neck. He had somehow gotten a neck without noticing it. "Well, I guess I know what I'm studying next,"' Maxwell said to himself as this new mystery made itself known to him.