The number of Transcendents under his command now exceeded the total membership of the Round Table, and he even had some who were beyond the Extraordinary realm. In his mind, the importance of the Round Table was plummeting.
He had also discovered that the landed nobility remained at the apex of society. A commoner might get lucky and become a Transcendent, but it was still nearly impossible for them to challenge the power of the aristocracy.
'Perhaps my perspective has just broadened.' In his eyes, the Round Table had suddenly become little more than child's play.
In Prince Hoffman's eyes, perhaps it had always been just that—a group of scavengers used to offload his trade surpluses.
Leech looked at Kuer Oasis and the other Transcendents, a sudden thought crossing his mind. 'Should I just slaughter this bunch? I could add six more to my legion of Corpse Ghosts.'
