The Savior: High Farseer, I wish to connect with you

For a moment.

Inside the dome, the high-ranking Farseers all fell silent.

They had gathered to discuss how to drive out the Commorragh ruler Asurman.

Yet halfway through the meeting, Asurman's psychic consciousness had followed the Webway gate in as openly as if he owned the place.

Did that bastard actually want to sit in and listen?!

Ron's sudden appearance was also a kind of intimidation.

It proved that Asurman not only understood and was familiar with the structure of the Webway, but also possessed powerful Psyker Power.

This went against the Farseers' understanding. Unlike them, the Drukhari had always resisted using Psyker Power.

What disgusted them even more was that this was basically the only gathering place for the high-ranking Farseers, and no outsider had ever entered it before.

Now Asurman had walked in as if he were entering his own home. They had no privacy left at all.

The Farseers could hardly hold secret meetings in private to discuss matters instead; that would carry an even greater risk of exposure.

"Damn it!

"Is Alaitoc our world, or Asurman's?"

The Blind Farseer's face flushed red, and even the figure shaped by Psyker Power trembled slightly.

He felt utterly stifled.

Ever since Asurman entered the Central District, he had infiltrated every aspect of Alaitoc in the name of rescue, and the Black-armored Warriors had occupied many key areas.

They called it resisting Daemons and granting protection to their Alaitoc kin.

The influence of their Farseer Council was slipping away.

"Alaitoc's Path Faith must not be defiled. No matter what, we cannot allow the lunatics of Commorragh to contaminate this world."

Another Farseer thought this.

He belonged to the Conservative Faction within the Farseer Council. He would rather refuse all help than see any change occur in Alaitoc's spiritual world.

"Veil