Chapter 85: Racing Against Time

Too slow.

Standing on the altar, looking down at the bustling cultists, the Black Robe's face was gloomy. He reached out his hand and, looking at the flame that was flickering in his palm, it was as if it mirrored his mood at the moment. The dark red brilliance between his fingers also grew steadily brighter.

According to the plan, that fool should have already brought the captives to this ruined city by now. Why is there no sign of him yet? Could something have happened, or did some trouble cause a delay? That shouldn't be the case, right? That guy has my Communication Technique. If there's a problem, he should get in touch with me right away...