In the camp, Arantir sighed helplessly after hearing Solmyr's roar.
What would come would always come. From the beginning of the chaos last night, he had expected such a situation. But there was nothing he could do about it. Necromancers believed in the dark aspect of Asha. Logically speaking, such belief in orthodox gods should place them in the righteous camp, and the people of the world should accept them, but this was not the case. The conflict between the dead and the living would absolutely not change because of beliefs.
Just like this time, even with Arantir's reputation, he could still not defeat the discrimination and hostility in the hearts of people.
"There's still a long way to go to promote Asha's glory…" Arantir sighed as he stood up and walked toward the entrance of the camp. In order to make clear his intentions, he did not even bring a guard and welcomed the hostile eyes of the army of the kingdom of Bracada.
