Alnor, who had remained silent until then, looked up and said, "First step..."
His voice was weak but precise. He proposed an escape corridor that automatically connected with Zheren's power line and Harur's fast unit. All five stopped and looked into his eye sockets, where a faint flicker of astonishment flashed.
"Excellent," Steward praised him, with the first genuine smile on both of his heads.
"This is the moment when we make no mistake: you have managed to connect your strengths into one complex plan. This will be the foundation of your tactics until the end of the war."
Under the starry sky, where only the cruel cut of the wind's whisper intertwined with the voice of drawn strategies, the five unfeeling undead understood that they were no longer just soulless bodies under command, but the first stones on the path to a true army of the Black Devil.
