"Archmage" Mestur was undoubtedly a powerful Blazing Sun Throne, but in this desperate age of Legendary Island, not even a Blazing Sun Professional could mobilize the strength of an entire legendary organization through personal authority alone. Therefore, most legendary organizations were actually rather "democratic."
Still, as the nominal leader of a legendary organization, he surely had one or two utterly loyal subordinates. His plan could barely continue operating despite the manpower shortage... The only question was whether Owen, now in the Guild Leader's hands, was the sort of stubborn "loyalist" who refused to talk.
After stopping his wild speculations, Punk drank the sweet Emerald Fruit Tea and dismissed the construct butler that had been standing beside him for quite some time.
As more and more fragments of clues surfaced, Whisper of Destruction had grown increasingly eager for the next Executor meeting, where the truth would be revealed. After all, the Legendary Mage had now stepped into the eye of the gale and had even become part of the force driving the storm. It would no longer be wise to treat the Mage Guild and Silent Alliance as matters unrelated to him.
"...There shouldn't be any problems, right? The Guild Leader is a Blazing Sun spellcaster, after all. Using a few little tricks to pry open that old fool Owen's skull shouldn't be difficult. The only question now is... when will this meeting, delayed for more than a hundred thousand years, finally begin?"
His indifferent gaze swept across his laboratory before Punk's attention finally settled on the unfinished golem still sleeping atop the experimental table.
Under the faint caress of magical light, the petite golem that had slumbered for ten thousand years still lacked a sufficiently complete form. However, the outer armor assembled from Netheril era golem wreckage already flickered with