It didn't take long for someone to enter the tent and report to Darius that everything was ready. In fact, many factions that had long since formed their coalitions had already moved out to the battlefield.
Darius nodded as he had expected this. Even though they had begun to respect him, he was neither their king nor their master. He could handle the general issues but as for when they moved and how they moved, it was still up to the faction heads.
Darius turned to Lionel. "Consider your task complete. From here on out, anything can happen, so you can take it that this encampment is practically disbanded at this point."
Lionel wore a bored look on his face as he scratched his head, shrugged, and casually exited without even looking back, leaving Darius smiling bitterly.
The guy was truly one of the strangest Adept stage experts Darius had ever come into contact with.
