Edna's days were leisurely. After all, for this War of Amn, she did not even need to visit the battlefield to watch the fun. It was a little disappointing not to have a giant screen, but a tablet would do.
Although William had unilaterally disabled the Undead's ability to record her Cloud House, she had no intention of cutting off their tablet signals.
Still, while using the Nimbror Orrery to control the Cloud House, she had distinctly sensed those rapidly transmitted signals that were so difficult for mortals like the Undead to perceive. That did give Edna some peace of mind: powerful as they were, they were not beyond comprehension.
When Edna noticed that little thought of hers, she could not help shaking her head with a smile... Anything unknown made people uneasy.
It could be a power she could not defeat, but not an existence she could not understand.
No matter how much philosophy she absorbed from the Undead, she was still a native of Toril, after all!
Always so ready to follow her heart—and play it safe.
She lay on the shaggy blanket and closed her eyes in the scattered sunlight.
The Undead, who had spent several days confronting the navy off Amn's coast, were not nearly as relaxed as Edna.
Managing multiple fronts had driven their elected hundred-member command group into a frenzy. Every one of them was running themselves ragged.
Although Xue Yunfeng's main job was to raise questions and assign them to others to solve, even he, who had to keep his eyes and ears on everything, found the workload unusually exhausting.
The last time he had felt this fired up was during the first two occasions when people had used their money and influence to pressure him into selling his clan!
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