Overmind, It's Time to Prove Your Loyalty

There were no buildings in the valley. Holes of all sizes had been carved into the ground and walls, leading deep into the massive rock.

Anse chose the largest entrance and deliberately slowed down.

Then, the Mind Flayers and slaves of various races swarmed toward him as if they had no regard for their lives, trying to wear Anse down with their own deaths and halt his advance.

But aside from leaving corpses behind, they achieved little.

"The Overmind is getting desperate."

These Mind Flayers and slaves were all under the Overmind's mental control. Their madness only exposed the Overmind's helplessness.

Anse entered the opening and followed the broadest main passage downward.

The stationed Mind Flayers could not withstand even a casual blow from him, while the pursuers behind him fell farther and farther back.

The Mind Flayers' underground complex was vast, but it bore an obvious Dwarf style. It had probably been excavated using Dwarf slaves.

A few minutes later, Anse neared the end of the passage, his nostrils filling with heavy dampness and a faint fishy stench.

He flew out of the passage and entered a vast, isolated space.

Before him was a circular pool more than ten meters wide, filled with slightly cloudy, viscous liquid. Its depth was impossible to discern. "It ran away?"

He stepped to the edge of the pool and extended the Dragon Lance to its maximum length, stirring the liquid hard several times. There was nothing inside.

The psionic tentacles that had been harassing him moments ago had vanished as well. The ground was spotless, without a trace of liquid.

"It ran pretty fast."

This was a Dead Magic Zone. Psionics still worked, but teleportation spells did not. The Overmind could only escape through its tentacles or psionic flight.

He casually chose a