Then, the two women simultaneously turned their eyes toward the necromancer maintaining the magical projection.
"Moros, shouldn't you say something?"
Mobius stared at the young man before her, curiosity and anticipation glimmering in her pinkish-green snake eyes.
Facing Mobius's question, Moros curled his lips into a calm smile.
"As you can see, the Eighth Great Collapse has arrived."
Having keenly caught the necromancer's detached attitude, Vill-V felt a trace of confusion arise within her.
She pressed him further.
"Mentor, your territory hasn't escaped the Sleeping Sickness either. I'm curious—why are you still so calm, without the slightest sign of anxiety or concern?"
Faced with the question from the woman beside him, Moros smiled softly, his gaze gently sweeping over Vill-V's pink eyes and Mobius's expectant snake eyes beside her.
"Why should I trap myself in pointless anxiety?"
Then, he revealed without reservation the secret of the Territory-level Soul Collection Array and its crucial purpose.
"You see, with this array in place, the losses in my territory are acceptable in the short term. Before we determine the Herrscher of Consciousness's exact location, I believe maintaining the status quo and waiting to see what happens is the wisest choice."
Indeed, being unable to locate the Eighth Herrscher was another important reason the necromancer had chosen to watch events unfold.
Compared to the previous seven Herrschers, who had openly declared their existence, the Eighth Herrscher displayed extraordinary skill at concealment, hiding her location without leaving the slightest trace.
Under such circumstances, Moros, a severely specialized Demigod Rank caster, was naturally at a loss.
If he had to confront a Herrscher head-on, Moros would naturally handle it with ease. Casting curses and killing an enemy from thousands of miles away would not be difficult either.
However, when the task became searching for a Herrscher