"Deputy Commander, if we keep the tower's original monster conversion types, are there any security risks? Any backdoors?" The Black Tower was a product of the Cult of Four. If Orion was going to make it a mobile war fortress for the Stoneheart Horde, he had to be certain it was clean.
The Deputy Commander glanced up at him, and his look seemed to say, Are you questioning my expertise?
"No," he said curtly. "The demonic monster conversion formation contains the mental imprint of the tower's original master. I will erase their imprint and replace it with yours. From now on, every monster converted will be stamped with your mark. There will be no possibility of them being turned against you."
Orion was, for all intents and purposes, magically illiterate. Seeing his confusion, the Deputy Commander gave him a simplified explanation of the process.
