Right now, the sons of the Northern Army were all in a deep sleep.
For several months, no one had woken up.
Chadwick Neal and the others consulted Hristo Lore and those who had returned.
Hristo waved his hand and said it was fine, that this situation was very normal.
Until seven months later.
The first person to awaken was an ordinary soldier in the Northern Army.
He woke up and remained silent for a long time, which alerted Chadwick and the others.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Chadwick asked as he personally came to check.
"Where is the commander?" the youth in black armor asked, looking at Chadwick for Braydon Neal's address.
Chadwick personally escorted him to the entrance of a black palace.
Without the lord's permission, no one was allowed to enter.
"He's inside," Chadwick said.
The black-armored youth stood at the door, drew his sword, stabbed it into the ground, and knelt on one knee.
