Adam dismissed the fleeing soldiers with a curse, his gaze scanning the empty woods before he focused on his interface. A quick glance at his notifications confirmed his suspicions: a bunch of weaklings freshly summoned using the cores he had traded, and ranging from level one to five.
Clicking his tongue in displeasure at the betrayal, he seized the carpenter's trembling arm, moving his head in a silent command to ask him to follow. Returning to the camp, he nodded at the efficient dismantling of the walls.
"Carry everything back. Give the tents' fabrics to the imps."
Shihan condensed a shadow cart for the wood while the others pushed it.
Still, they would need an additional trip to secure everything.
After crossing his territory's borders and phasing through the ethereal walls, three notifications resounded in his ears.
[Lilia requests to become your subject.]
[Litia requests to become your subject.]
