One massive, radiating power that could only be the clan master.
The other, smaller but carrying authority marked it as someone important.
The Third Tier ambassador, his presence standing out among the gray-skinned smiths. Even though
Jack's vision returned to normal as he dismissed the enhanced sight.
Three hundred souls. A decent addition to his bound army once this was over.
The question was whether he'd be binding corpses or negotiating terms for living servants. But, binding demons wasn't always the best option because he had a limit of 500 Souls he could manage right now.
The only way to increase this number would be to fix his Soul Warden items and find the last piece to the Soul Warden.
A demon stepped forward from the defensive formation in the courtyard.
He was clearly designated as spokesman despite the terror evident in his posture. He was younger than the gate guards, his gray skin still relatively unmarked by forge fires.
His voice cracked when he spoke.
