"I am telling you, we need to storm the Ruin and bring that spirit to heel!" An older man in chainmail and armor looked on as a young man was trying to convince the Immortals present to action.
It had been just under a month since Lind Frey had gone in. There had been some shifts in the Qi but the distortion did nothing else. They had confirmed he was alive also, multiple times.
Whatever killed the rest had not yet killed him.
The older man was Colonel Tor. He had been assigned, or rather forced, to take the job after he offended a general's son. The little bastard thought he was entitled to any female he came across and Tor had punished him exactly per regulations.
Of course, the rich and powerful always had their own view of laws and rules. Tor was too visible to be attacked but consigning off to the worst assignment was no problem.
