Chapter 59: The news

Pan was yet to wake up, after having dragged him down for another round, refusing to take off the ribbon from his eyes, but Brandon had bigger concerns.

Solas was at war.

There was a dungeon core in his camp. He had around 8,000 undead, which were controlled by only three Boliarins.

Brandon did not do this often, but this time, he bit his fingernails. Chewed on them, wanted to bite off his fingers too, while he was at it.

He was the boss mob. He could not leave the mountain. Heck, he could not even cross the main entrance of the dungeon!

There had to be something that could be done! Brandon searched through the mana threads in the air. Linked himself to the dungeon core, who was making some sort of weird onion dish, and roared.

"Oh, really now?" The dungeon core sounded so, as if he was clearing his ears from ear wax. "How am I supposed to respond to that? Should I roar back?"

Brandon blinked. That normally worked.