For a reason, Thomas felt like these threads and stars weren't the same as the ones he kept seeing for hours. He felt their true identity was different from the densely packed and seemingly endless enemies here.
They weren't monsters, nor dark spirit masters. His thoughts got fixed over one thing, unbelievable thought that he decided to keep to himself until he'd get sure of his speculation.
He indeed guessed it right, but he knew how bad it was to spread rumours and give false hope in the middle of such a deadly situation.
He remained silent, only moving and chasing after William, fighting the monsters and dark spirit masters he could kill all the time.
The battle was indeed hectic and crowded with different enemies. So, finding a suitable target wasn't a problem. And with the necklace help, they got no worry at all whiles fighting these enemies.
The enemies were the ones in a tight spot. They thought William and his team were walking corpses the moment they surrounded them. Who would ever think that these few and weak masters were really survivors? They kept struggling for hours, and soon enough the news of the arrival of reinforcements from the fort arrived to the leaders of this grand army of dark spirit masters.
But when they tried to run away, they were shocked to notice they were surrounded. There weren't that many spirit masters blocking their paths, but each and every single one of them was enough to give them a headache.
They were pressured from outside, getting brutally massacred from inside. And soon enough the grand army of spirit masters would arrive from the fort. They knew if that happened, then they'd kiss goodbyes to their lives.
Losing a few dark spirit masters and monsters wasn't a problem. But thanks to William's earlier movements, they had to gather up all the forces from the closest bases in the area. Even the nearby forts and hidden places got emptied out from their people, sent all here to kill this fly.
None ever understood why their supreme leader gave such a weird order. But as they saw how the situation grew worse by each passing hour, they felt like their leader was anticipating something like this to happen.
But that wasn't the problem right now, their blocked paths out from here were. They gathered tons of forces to kill mere flies, surrounded them, to end up getting surrounded and ready to get butchered.
That meant one thing; if at the end of all this they lost, the blow the dark spirit power in the region would take would be quite severe. And without any hesitation, the leaders decided to send distress calls for help.
"It's happening!"
Far away from all this, and deep inside a huge underground space, a group of fifty strong and vicious looking spirit masters stood, cladded all in black cloaks, standing in silence and respect around a single figure, their lord from the Black Mamba clan.
"Oh, tell me everything," that old man raised his head, opened his eyes, and a very cruel smile appeared on his face. He looked at his subordinate who just ran here shouting in such excitement.
And then that dark master started to tell him what he just heard about in the base. News was already spreading, delivering the recent intel and development about such a crazy battle.
"Hahahaha! Moore, my good boy, you really did it! Hahahahaha!" the old man turned to a single figure, and even stood up and patted on his shoulder, "when this is all over, I'll handsomely reward you, hahahahaha!"
"Thanks lord," Moore only said that, while he was still conflicted about his meeting with William from before.
"Lord, shall we move out now?" The one who came running with the good news said, "I heard the jerk of this region is amassing a grand army as we speak."
"And the fort?" The old man didn't hurry to make any decision right away and asked for more intel.
"I heard they are sending a grand army as well," his subordinates paused, "it seems it's going to be a grand war. Or else that jerk wouldn't have panicked in such a way."
"Good," the old man clasped his hands, "let's do it this way. Find a way and infiltrate the army of this bastard. Keep me updated all the time."
"But lord… Isn't it a great chance to get rid of both?"
"No," the old man wasn't as excited as his subordinates, "even if it looks like a huge thing is going to happen, we have to make sure both sides are going to suffer first. Last thing I want to do is to be the weapon in someone else's hands in this war. Now go, do as told, and keep yourself hidden well."
That subordinate nodded before taking a leave. And just as he vanished from here, another approached the old man.
"Lord, how about this… Why don't we use the doomsday weapon?"
"This…" the old man's face changed the moment he heard his subordinates' words. The two kept looking at each other for a few seconds, before the old man evilly grinned.
"I already got a strict warning to not use this unless it's time to take down this world. But who said I'm the only one here with such a weapon? That dude will get all the blame in the end, hahahahaha!"
"But lord… We are going to lose our weapon this way… Isn't it a bit bad?" Another subordinate, one who was competing with the one who suggested this in the first place over getting higher rank in this force, spoke while giving his rival a deep look.
"Who said we won't get another weapon in the end? Hahahaha! Yes, I like this! Even that bastard won't believe what's coming at him, hahahaha!"
The old man laughed for a minute before his face turned all serious, "go and take out your positions. You do know such an array of summoning needs lots of time and power to operate and activate. Don't activate it until we get good news from Regence."
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