"All of these, and those, and the two warehouses over there... Yes, everything wrapped up and sent to me!"
A dozen Mage Hands were floating in mid-air, supporting a giant Magic Mirror, with a path of flame leading the way.
Zariel's flames were truly effective, Amberser roamed unobstructed within the Blood River Fortress, heading straight to the heart of the warehouse.
The little inferior demon guiding the way was flapping its wings, with a face full of smiles, terrified of upsetting the Deceiver. It was said that a frown from this lord could spawn tens of thousands of sinister plots, and a cold sneer from them could extract a devil's soul... not personally, but to have the victim willingly scoop it out and offer it with both hands.
Amberser continued his inspection of the Blood River Fortress, taking with him anything that caught his eye.
The equipment in the warehouses was roughly divided into three categories.
