Goiter, who had been patiently watching the struggle below, chuckled with disdain when he saw the actions of the various Adepts. As much as he would love to keep them here, he alone did not have the composite strength to battle all those faction leaders, who definitely possessed trump cards of their own.
His empty eye sockets turned to those who had been left behind, and his Soul Fire burned with pity and sympathy. Those unlucky souls had yet to grasp their masters' betrayals.
They had been brought out here by their leaders to fight a battle that would benefit the faction as a whole, yet very little to them themselves.
The greed of their leaders for wanting those rewards of the mysterious Master stage mission issuer had got them out here.
