The warriors were in a riot, as most of them were searching for the supposed necromancer, employing all surveillance and clairvoyance skills but to no avail.
Most of the iron-ranked warriors once again ventured into the forest, fervently searching for Ossa and his supposed Master.
Meanwhile, Ossa was in the wasp hive, in one of the many empty hexagonal cells, the look in his eyes grim as he heard the system notification.
[You have emptied your mana pool, any reservation from now will be taken from your contractor]
"This is what I wanted to prevent," he whined, his gaze on his fully materialized body.
His plan had worked without a hitch, using instant regeneration with his lone phalanx as the central point. This resulted in the disappearance of his body from the commander's tent, appearing in the cell where he hid, his body fully reformed.
"I need to replenish my mana," Ossa thought, his eyes flickering in resolve.
