Grand Duke Rodriguez and Emperor Floyd had made another deal.
The terms of the deal were simple. Grand Duke Rodriguez needed to help Floyd keep the elders of the Imperial Capital alive. At the very least, they could not all die.
Grand Duke Rodriguez had done it, and Floyd, as promised, handed over the reserve army on the front lines to Grand Duke Rodriguez's management. Those troops were responsible for only one thing: cleaning up the battlefield after the war ended.
The Dawn Believers carried no wealth on them, so this was a thankless, exhausting job, but that was also Grand Duke Rodriguez's goal. He needed that authority, and he needed to use it as an entry point to obtain more wealth from the war afterward.
His personal wealth.
In this deal, Grand Duke Rodriguez had achieved both of his objectives. Even Floyd could not fully know his plan. However, plans could never keep up with changes. Not only had the matter of the Council of Elders caught the grand duke off guard, but the movement on the battlefield at this moment also forced Grand Duke Rodriguez to act.
The void became heavy and stifling, as if layer after layer of substance had covered this empty void, until the transparent world seemed overcrowded. In truth, that was indeed the case. The mages were the first to react. They looked at Grand Duke Rodriguez in shock. They were far too familiar with the power of magic, and they were even less unfamiliar with the existence of necromancy.
But one had to understand that even in the Florian Empire, where magic had manifested openly in the world, the existence of necromancers was still universally condemned. This power was evil.
Then what did it mean when such a power now appeared on one