"Fighting Verhen right now would just be a waste of time and manpower. Let's leave him alone unless it's absolutely necessary and focus on undermining the Dead King's authority while you grow yours." The Black Throne said.
"I like how you think." Jorl nodded. "Maybe we could also pit them against each other to keep them both in check. I could leak information about missions involving Orpal's most loyal followers and let Verhen kill them for us."
"I'm glad I didn't judge you wrong, kid." The Black Throne sounded like a loving grandfather talking to his favorite grandchild. "You have a good head on your shoulders. Let's do our best to keep it where it is."
***
Jiera continent, ruined city of Tle'ket, a few hours later.
Jorl returned to the headquarters after completing the scouting mission he was supposed to perform near Mirana and coordinating his story with the surviving Upyrs.
The Black Thone had followed them, preparing his best spells on the nearest mana geyser.
