"Is that so?" Ethan's eyes narrowed, a flicker of interest sparking in his mind.
He hadn't expected the Umbral Abyss to operate under such a brutal, straightforward rule—wipe out a faction, and everything they owned became yours. No bureaucracy. No politics. Just raw power.
And that? That was perfect for him.
If he could claim everything the Bloodfang Brotherhood left behind, then Emerald Castle would have a legitimate foothold in the Umbral Abyss. No more sneaking around. No more temporary camps. A real base of operations.
He didn't hesitate.
"Move out," he ordered, voice sharp and commanding.
The army surged forward behind him, a tide of steel, claws, and arcane energy.
It didn't take long before they arrived at the so-called stronghold.
Ethan stopped at the edge of the clearing, brow furrowing slightly.
The place was… underwhelming.
