The main force of the Necromancer Tower had already entered Hell, leaving only a few Hall Masters behind to manage the Tower.
As soon as the Hall Masters received the news, they started trying to contact the Tower Master, only to fail in every attempt.
Even the messengers that entered hell to deliver the message died before they could catch up with the Hall Master.
The Hall Masters had no choice but to handle the matter on their own. They gathered in a dimly lit chamber.
The news of the Holy Empire's declaration of war had sent ripples through their ranks, especially when the leaders were away.
"What timing!" grumbled one of the senior necromancers, his voice thick with frustration. "Do they know? Is this orchestrated to strike while we're vulnerable?"
Another necromancer, a woman with sharp eyes and a commanding presence, spoke up. "We can't assume they are aware of our master's absence. But we must prepare as if they do."
