Mutation

It was snowing.

Shael gazed at the XueRong Mountain Range in the distance, shrouded in frost and snow, and gently stroked the uneasy warhorse beneath him.

Behind Shael stood a fully armed legion, lying quietly in wait within the dense forest at the foot of the XueRong Mountain Range.

The Magic Net interface appeared before Shael, while all sorts of messages continuously refreshed in a Text Message group named "Rescue Squad."

Shael had originally intended to personally infiltrate the ruins and destroy the Judges' stronghold, but as king, venturing deep into enemy territory himself was simply too dangerous.

At the recommendation of Bastion Fortress's generals, six elite assassins entered the ruins beneath the XueRong Mountain Range with a precious spatial transfer scroll.

Once they rescued all the prisoners from the dungeon, Shael would lead the legion to destroy those ruins.

"Your Majesty, we have entered the Underground Ruins. There are many enemy guards within."

"Don't attack! Those people... aren't Judges. They are merely under their control, victims as well."

Laweier's message instantly popped up in the group.

"From the entrance, head to the side. There should be a Secret Door there. Infuse magic into a glowing stone, and it will lead to the lower levels."

He continued guiding the squad's movements through the group.

Shael quietly read through every message in the group. This was not the first time he had experienced the convenience Text Messages brought to battlefield command.

This plan, too, had been built upon the ability to communicate through Text Messages.

"Your Majesty, there may be demons within these mountains."

A general rode up beside Shael and spoke in a low voice.

"Demons?"

Shael instinctively looked to the left. Not far from this forest lay a massive rift, and beyond it were the Frost Plains.

It was