"You all... what are you looking at?"
The messenger looked puzzled, because in his eyes, there was nothing there.
"He can't see me." Cranvo took the initiative to explain, "Unless they're my followers, no one can perceive my presence unless I permit it."
"Understood..." Soveris nodded, then turned to the messenger and said, "Go find Samwell, he's probably with Ollie now. Have him increase the manpower to tightly monitor the movements of the undead army and report to me every quarter-hour. I need real-time updates on their positions."
"Okay." The messenger nodded and dashed out. The cave made him feel unnerved, and he didn't want to stay a moment longer, perhaps due to the lingering Dragon's Qi?
"What is Peyton trying to do?" Lancelot scratched his head in confusion, "Is he coming here to die?"
"Of course not." Cranvo shook his head, "He must believe that if he has enough cannon fodder, he can deplete my power and ultimately defeat me."
