Shaking off the impaled sacrifice from his tentacle, Carol, the Wise Man of Sedah, frowned as he watched the Church Apprentice dash into the alley.
Why hadn't the child fallen for the trap?
The illusion had been crafted using the visages of people close to them in their minds; while one child took the bait, the other did not seem to be deceived at all.
However, he had already sent a Drownghoul named Karl to pursue him. Although it was merely a lowly minion at the ninth tier of the Undead Sequence, using it to chase down a whelp was overkill.
With this thought in mind, Carol glanced around, and once he confirmed that no one was present, the tentacles on his left arm began transforming back into a normal arm.
The guards in the camp were far too lax in their vigilance. If he hadn't discovered these two Apprentices, they would likely have already relayed messages outward.
