Perhaps it would be frustrating and exasperating to say so, but everyone in this world had to admit that luck had always been a very important factor. In many cases, mere "luck" possessed crucial, even "decisive," power during battles or the execution of missions.
Yet regrettably, not everyone could enjoy good luck. In the present Silent Alliance, the pitiful "Plague Box" and "Thunderstorm" had been terribly unlucky: Smile had set her sights on them, and they had lost their lives. Babeng, "Bonfire Moth," and the other two unlucky souls had met little better fates. Burdened by bad luck, none of them had escaped death.
Compared with those helpless fallen ones whose deaths had been certain, the Legendary Twins from Hell were practically becoming synonymous with "luck." Just as Likhos's blade had been about to split the Candy Merchant's head open, a powerful caster had finally intervened in time and saved her life.
As for who could have acted with such precision at this moment to spare someone beneath the blade... surely the answer was obvious.
That was right. The caster who had effortlessly blocked the Legendary Ranger's blade was the Bright Moon Mage who had just returned to the Faerun plane—Whisper of Destruction, Punk Sai'an!
In fact, by the time the travel-worn caster reached the Eternal Forest, Punk, who had once commanded the entire roster of the Executors, was nearly a true commander without troops. Of his original eight subordinates, only Mimibes and Oakris remained. The other six had all died on the seemingly simple but truly treacherous path of "gathering intelligence."
Of course, Whisper of Destruction, who never accepted losses, could not be said to have made a purely losing bargain. Under his relentless pursuit, the two Morningstar Priests and two true bodies of weak divine power sent by