"We're here."
Annan and the Dean stood at the border of the Dimon Kingdom. Barren Hills stretched into the distance.
"Where are we?"
"The Dark Forest."
The Blighted Lands had long since lost every trace of nature. At sunset, a deathly stillness hung over them. Annan still remembered the Moon Elf Community he had met in the Dark Forest. He wondered if they had moved away.
"We'll rest today, then push straight into the Old King Royal Capital tomorrow."
With that, Annan and the Dean entered a deserted, desolate town and opened the Teleportation Portal for the last time that day.
The town was just large enough for the nearly six thousand members of the Expeditionary Army to recuperate. Annan told them that starting tomorrow, they would seek out the Ratfolk and Demons and give them trouble.
Mila Dia brought him the records for the Three Thousand newcomers. Two-thirds were Professionals. The remaining third were homeless people with grudges to settle.
One hundred and four Elites and two at Master Level... Those were the Professionals the Free Expeditionary Army had taken in after only one day.
If they stayed at the border a few more days, even more people would join the Expeditionary Army. Frankly, if Annan had not needed to recover his Magic Power through Meditation, he would have gone to the Old King Royal Capital that very night.
The Town Chief's Mansion.
After meditating, Annan fell asleep. This time, though, instead of the familiar phantom, he felt his body grow heavier and saw a sudden flash of light.
Annan had been pulled into the Divinity Holy Temple Council.
The Divinity Holy Temple Council apparently took precedence over the Demon Lord's curse... That probably counted as good news.
This meeting of the Thirteen High Kings was actually about the