The ‘Fingers’ Meet

"...Tsk"

The person at the head of the table turned towards the third seat on the right side of the table and spoke to the person seated there.

"Speed up your plans concerning the undead in Cheverton."

To their words, the one who was spoken to, the Eighth Finger, replied.

"This would make them weaker than we originally planned."

"Do it anyway, and watch the situation closely.

I want to see if all these are just a series of coincidences. Something I highly doubt."

The eighth finger nodded as he arose from his seat, a dark mist emanating from his body as he spoke.

"Even if they'd be weaker, I'd make up for it with numbers. In the end, they should be enough to wipe out the northern part of the Great Western Empire."

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Mansion of the Damned, 9th Basement Floor

City State of Magic, Kasteblum

January 23rd

Year 1052

Two days after successfully clearing the thirtieth floor of the Mansion of the damned, Evan's group began their journey back to the surface.