'Amazing…'
Adrien's eyes were wide open as he watched his allies get turned into an abominable compression of blood and meat.
The cube that contained their remains floated in the air for him to see, and he observed all of it in perfect silence.
'I couldn't save them.' He thought to himself, his lips parting to show dumbfoundedness. 'The perpetrator must have known, or at least counted on, that.'
There was also the fact that the Dragons were killed in such a way that he couldn't get sufficient material to use for his Necromancy.
'Do they know that I'm a Necromancer… or is all of this coincidence?'
It seemed to be more than coincidence, especially considering the value that the Commanders would have as his Undead Sentinels. They would have been such indispensable assets, and now… they were absolutely wasted.
Adrien had to consider the possibility that the perpetrator had to have known something.
