Duke Desulom clapped his hands.
"Very well, it seems there are more in support of Haska. Now let's discuss how we can change our formation to swallow up more enemies."
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.
No one expected the Duke of Disaster to actually play this card, savvy individuals glimpsed at each other stealthily and soon joined the heated discussion.
Little did they know this was only the beginning. Once the direction of the spearhead had been determined, whether it was real or feigned, he had his ways to further amplify this discord, covertly seducing those involved until fiction turns into fact.
Once a confirmed answer emerged, internal strife would end faster than imagined.
Meanwhile.
On a Skeletal Mother Ship of the Undead Force.
Death Demon·Kael was seated on the Frost Throne, below him stood four rows of the undead who were once outstanding Legendary Wizards, now his capable lieutenants.
Dancing with death, high risk meant high returns.
