Caught up in the crowd's outrage, Amanenar grew worked up as well.
The resentment he had kept buried in his heart finally came pouring out.
These Syndicate bastards thought having the Burning Legion and the Shadow Council behind them meant they could look down on our Cult of the Damned!
Expanding the Cult of the Damned was extremely difficult now. Often, it took days to recruit a single suitable cultist, so every death was a loss to the cult.
What was more, Selend had been a genuine necromancer, an outstanding member of the Cult of the Damned!
No, we had to demand justice!
Blazing flames seemed to flare within Amanenar's "deep" eye sockets.
Under his leadership, the Cult of the Damned members poured out in full force, pursuing the attackers along their retreat route.
By then, the Lieutenant and his men had already reached the Syndicate's main camp.
The two forces had not been stationed very far apart to begin with, so running from the cave to the camp naturally took little time.
But the guards outside the Syndicate camp found it strange. Why were the Lieutenant and his men running as though someone was trying to kill them? Their offensive had not even begun yet!
"Hey, why are you running so fast? What happened?" they could not help calling out.
"Those monsters from the Cult of the Damned are killing our men and turning them into undead! An entire patrol of our brothers has already fallen victim!" the breathless Lieutenant shouted as he ran. "Now they want to kill me to silence me! Hold them off for me while I find Duke Falconcrest!"
The Lieutenant ran toward the command tent alone, while Afro stayed at the camp entrance with the other soldiers.
At this point, only Duke Falconcrest could