When that purple eyed leader tried to divinate their origins, he found out that they weren't merchants nor spirit masters living in this fort.
And when he thought about who they were, a flash of an idea popped in his mind. When he tested this thought, he was surprised to see it was true.
"Who are they?" Ben couldn't help but ask his leader directly. There was nothing out of normal in these folks, aside from having a large gathering of gold and dark gold spirit masters in their ranks.
"Dark spirit masters!" the leader said in an icy cold tone, before turning to face his trusted elders, "gather up everyone, notify the guards, notify other impacts, even notify the Refos group and the royalties in this damn place… We are going to have a big battle soon."
"This…" the lady in the group was about to say her doubts, but Ben stopped her with a glare from his eyes.
To her, to anyone here, even if these people were dark spirit masters, that didn't mean they were here for blood like usual.