Inside the familiar safety of the farm, they went straight to the hut.
The atmosphere was tense.
Even the air seemed to wait.
Harold explained everything he knew about the Immortal Mercenary Group.
Mirella already understood much of it, but Tiara, Wood, and Stone listened with wide eyes. Having spent their lives in the capital, they had never encountered the continent's darker legends.
When Harold finished, silence filled the room.
Sienna stood still.
Her fingers rose to her forehead.
Then, suddenly, she struck the table with her palm.
The sharp sound startled everyone.
Her lips curved into a fierce smile.
"Then we fight."
For a moment, everyone stared at her in confusion.
Sienna turned to Harold.
"Grandpa Harold," she said, her eyes gleaming, "you said all eight members of the Immortal Mercenary Group are undead."
Harold blinked.
Then he nodded slowly.
The smile on Sienna's face widened.
"Do you remember what happens when I bring undead into the Spatial Farm?"
