Chapter 318 - Loss Of Reason
Holing up inside the abandoned obsidian castle, Michael and Razor's army was slowly beginning to fill it up once again. For once, the chambers were filled with hustle and bustle, and the soldiers occupying the place seemed more than amused by the artistry as well as the prophecies carved into the tainted windows.
"This feels like a circus," sitting on a bench in the castle's garden, Razor couldn't bear hearing another word of chatter from the folks they've gathered. Thankfully, the grave of the emperor had already made a jump away from the castle upon the arrival of the army, or else things could've been a lot messier.
'God knows where his grave is now, but at least he's not here to witness these idiots treating his domain like a park.' Not at all on board with having the adventurers and monsters over, Razor wanted them to be gone, but he knew he couldn't do that just yet.