"No more, how could I possibly have any extra scrolls."
Rand forced a faint smile, because he had no idea how to continue weaving his explanation.
Fortunately, the transcendent professionals who survived in this town didn't press too much. After knowing how the Golden Warriors descended, their attention shifted back to the Forbidden Army that hadn't left yet.
With the death of the Great Demon, the power of the Abyss that shrouded this place began to gradually dissipate, the blood-colored sky started to clear up, and the barriers isolating the area began to collapse.
"Why haven't they left yet?"
"Why should they leave?"
"Isn't this a summoning? There's no time limit?"
"It seems there isn't."
"What are they going to do?"
