"A black shadow?" Orpal echoed. "I thought Leech was stuck in the Desert."
"He was." The Jormungandr nodded. "It wasn't Verhen, that's all I know. Filos and Nuron were still alive when our troops in Essagor started to drop like flies."
"What about the damage?" The Dead King's nostrils flared in anger, and his eyes shone with inner red light.
"Irrelevant." Erion replied. "The Upyrs killed a few people and destroyed a few buildings, but nothing worth mentioning. The Essagor region will be up and running like usual in a week, tops."
"Fine! What about the others?" Orpal calmed down only after hearing several positive reports about his army suffering little losses and inflicting widespread destruction in several regions of the Kingdom.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to smile. Those were all targets meaningful for his minions, he had no interest in them and considered them barely a sideshow to display his strength.
