Too slow.
Standing atop the altar and watching the Cultists bustling about below, the Destruction Mage's expression darkened. He stretched out a hand and stared at the flickering flame in his palm, as though it reflected his current mood. The dark red glow between his fingers gradually grew brighter.
According to the plan, that idiot should have already brought the captives to Ruins City. Why was there still no sign of him? Could something have happened to him? Or had some trouble delayed him? That shouldn't be possible, should it? That guy had his communication spell. If anything went wrong, he should have contacted him immediately...
Naturally, the Destruction Mage had no idea that the bald mage Charles had indeed wanted to contact him. The problem was that Nymph had invaded and locked down his mind, leaving him unable to use even the slightest magical means. That was why the Destruction Mage still knew nothing about everything that had happened at the camp.
But it was about time they reached their limit.
"Snap."
The Destruction Mage rose to his feet and snapped his fingers. Soon, a Lesser Demon that had been circling overhead flew down and respectfully knelt before him.
"Go see what happened to that idiot."
Hearing the Destruction Mage's command, the Lesser Demon gave a low cry, spread its wings, and flew into the sky. After circling once, it turned toward the mountains.
"This is troublesome."
At the same time, Fang Zheng received an update from Nymph.
"It seems they've grown suspicious. They sent a Lesser Demon to check on the camp."
"We've already delayed them for quite a while... What should we do? Should I send someone to intercept that Lesser Demon?"
"You'd better not."
The moment Stone finished speaking, the gaunt old man in bishop's robes