Punk found the process of assigning tasks rather easy. After all, in order to get rid of resources he no longer needed, the rewards he offered were still fairly generous even if they could not compare to the Chairman's. And simply confirming from afar whether the enemy was home could hardly be considered difficult, right? To further ensure the personal safety of the precious Legends, the cautious Bright Moon Mage had even copied the Chairman's old arrangement for him, dividing the eight Executors into pairs.
Thus, supported by both an "easy mission" and "reliable rewards," The Executors accepted Whisper of Destruction's arrangement without much deliberation. Even Plague Box, who had appeared somewhat hesitant, ultimately failed to muster the courage to voice any objections after the caster stared at him indifferently for a second.
And so, the "statues" that had stood upon the Hatak Plains for over twenty thousand years finally had the opportunity—or rather, the necessity—to stretch their limbs.
But as the saying went, "The moon waxes and wanes, and unforeseen storms may arise." The intelligence gathering mission had indeed been assigned very smoothly, but Punk's trip into the Astral Plane to visit Kane could only be described as "extremely unsuccessful."
And this "failure" was not because Baron Bisadas, immersed in pleasure, had turned his "old friend" away at the door. It was because...
Instant Kill Spear's golden palace had vanished!
Yes, vanished! An entire enormous golden palace had disappeared!
Although the Minor Plane ruled by Kane still drifted silently through the dead and empty Astral Plane space, Punk's senses clearly told him... that plane no longer contained the once-grand and magnificent golden palace, nor was the inexplicable mad knight there.
All that remained on the Minor Plane was a vast basin nearly filled with windblown dust, along with a