At the Black Mystery Tower, Hill saw the bodies of mages brought back for the first time. And there were not just a few, nor were they merely ordinary mages—even an Eighth-Circle Mage had fallen.
Something had happened that sent the entire world into a panic... Not only had the exceedingly mysterious Archmage of the Sia Tower failed to stop the Iron Dragon even after taking action himself, but the Underworld Tower, which had always hidden away in remote corners, had suddenly ambushed the mages' search parties.
As one of the Sia Tower's most loyal lackeys... after all, they alone claimed that everything they did was for the Sia Tower... the Black Mystery Tower naturally bore the brunt of the attack.
Hill did not know how Fengo felt at that moment, or whether he would die peacefully enough, but Hill suddenly felt considerably happier.
It seemed the River Styx had not been doing nothing before Hill arrived.
It was just that, compared with the measures he had prepared, the River Styx now believed Hill's side had a greater chance of success, so he had thrown his hidden pieces out into the open.
After all, as the Lord of Hell who had considerable contact with the River Styx, Asmodeus could not possibly have left himself entirely unguarded against him.
So when those who had retreated to the Black Mystery Tower said that the Sia Tower's Archmage had not panicked, and had instantly killed more than half the mages ambushing them from the Underworld Tower, Hill was not particularly surprised.
The River Styx probably had not expected this bunch who dabbled in undead spirits to be much use anyway.
This was hardly a case of abandoning darkness for the light. These necromancers had simply spent so much time in contact with the