I fell short on the update. I had to go out to take care of something today, and tomorrow will be the same. Sigh, there will definitely still be two updates. Having no stockpile of chapters really doesn't work.
Late at night, the hazy moonlight mingled with the murky darkness, shrouding Lordaeron City like a melancholy mist. The lighthouse shone as it always did.
In the XC district, Rex listened to the man reporting to him, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"The members of the Cult of the Damned stopped lying low and lashed out like cornered dogs instead?"
"Yes, Your Highness. Large numbers of Cult of the Damned members have begun gathering. They're all heading in the same direction," the man answered promptly. He belonged to the intelligence department.
His position was far from lowly. He was one of the regional chiefs in the intelligence organization Rex had established.
Rex had appointed a regional chief for each of the different areas covered by his intelligence organization.
Under its strict hierarchy, Orys was responsible for coordinating the entire intelligence organization, and the regional chiefs ranked directly beneath him.
On the surface, the regional chiefs appeared to hold equal standing, but closer examination revealed differences in their status.
Those in charge of the Eastern Plaguelands and Western Plaguelands, for instance, could never rank as highly as the chief responsible for the Hillsbrad Foothills.
Likewise, the chief of the Hillsbrad Foothills ranked below the chief of the Tirisfal Glades.
As the man responsible for the Tirisfal Glades, his standing was the most exceptional among all the regional chiefs apart from Orys, because his jurisdiction included Lordaeron City, the capital of the Kingdom of Gilneas.
"They've come out in force. It seems my plan to flush them out was the right