"Lord Swain?"
The few remaining Imperial generals on the city wall were all stunned when they saw who had arrived!
Anyone who could rise to the rank of general was part of the Empire's upper echelon. They were either the trump cards of their families or rising nobles who had founded new families. Naturally, they recognized the old man beneath the walls.
Empire Ghost Fox: Marshal Swain!
A legendary figure of his generation, whose prestige was no lower than Marshal Lokes's.
The old man was still alive?
The generals exchanged glances as an indescribable feeling welled up in their hearts. In theory, the mutation had already been going on for more than a year. Any family capable of escaping the Mutation Zone would have done so long ago. So what exactly was Grandpa Swain up to, emerging from the Mutation Zone only now?
The veteran general in the lead glanced at the red-robed archmage who had climbed onto the wall with them. The mage understood and nodded. He slightly raised the pitch-black staff in his hand and began chanting. Soon, points of light like sparks gathered on the staff.
The flame was tiny, but the light it produced was dazzling. Almost instantly, it illuminated the surrounding darkness as brightly as day. In an instant, the darkness behind Swain lit up as well.
Only then did everyone see clearly that a dense mass of soldiers in black armor stood behind Swain. Each one had the exact build of an ordinary human. Aside from their somewhat pale complexions, there was not the slightest difference.
This made everyone even more suspicious.
Could it be that, somewhere they knew nothing about, Marshal Swain had actually been leading a force in resisting the mutation all along?
"Luke, what do you think?"
A rough-looking general behind