"Is everyone present?" the Island Master asked. "If not, don't wait for them. The situation is urgent now."
On the island, the Island Master had gathered the high-ranking officials for a brief speech. A matter of such gravity left no room for long-winded discussions or prolonged disputes.
The enemy was already at their doorstep, and they had to resolve their affairs swiftly.
But suddenly, the Island Master sensed danger and his Fighting Spirit erupted in an instant.
Shadows flickered around him, and he felt an attack coming. It was a step too slow in his reaction, and an arm was severed on the spot—even though he had reached the Golden Peak.
Lifting his head, the Island Master's face changed as he saw that nearly all his subordinates were dead.
They were almost all dead because a few who had not died had clearly betrayed him.
"Why? Why would you side with the Undead?"
