As a Spirit Communicator proficient in the psyche of Yuanling, Heine could keenly capture the emotions of such ancient creatures.
He also let down his guard slightly.
What Necromancer Milton, he's utterly weak!
Lourdon is the real boss!
"What do you want me to do?" Lourdon asked slowly.
Heine finally breathed a sigh of relief and then spread his hands:
"Sorry, I haven't thought it through—this we can discuss, like I need to know first what exactly is going on here."
"Okay."
Lourdon organized his thoughts and began to narrate how he had transformed this place into its current state.
It was basically as Heine had guessed.
The root of everything lay in the will within energy.
Those wills, though chaotic, ceaseless in their chatter, and always in enmity with the Holy Light, constantly emphasizing factions,
Had nonetheless kept the Shadow of the Northern Land flowing in an orderly fashion.
Such a situation should be able to be extended to other countries.
