The skeletal figure’s already-wrinkled face furrowed still further.
“Fain of the War God’s College, and Linley?” The green light flickered in the eyes of the skeletal old man. Clearly, he was thinking about something.
He had brought all nine of those silver robed men from the Gebados Planar Prison. They all possessed the power of Prime Saints. If it hadn’t been for Linley’s assistance, Fain would have had to spend quite a bit of effort to kill even just one of them.
The more powerful an expert’s soul was, the harder it was to dominate them.
Lord Beirut had destroyed a silver robed expert, fine. He didn’t dare to be the slightest bit upset with Lord Beirut. But Linley and Fain had also killed two of his important subordinates. He was upset now.
