Council Keep, Uptown Quarter.
"Good job, men." Adam turned to the Magi of the Black Legion and flashed a toothy grin.
"OOH-AAH!" The warriors thumped their breastplates, their backs straight as an arrow, as they gazed at their Lord Commander with great admiration.
They hadn't seen him for more than a year. Together with the black armor that he had donned and the gray cape over his shoulder, he looked like a mythical warrior from legends.
Needless to say, they were proud to serve a man like him.
Raidon stepped forward and respectfully said, "My Lord, there is one last thing left for you to do."
Adam's expression sank. "One last thing? You've got to be kidding me!"
He was, frankly, exhausted from the whole ordeal just now. The waving and smiling were annoying, but weren't taxing.
However, the gravity spells that he had cast on selective targets in a crowd of tens of thousands of people had taken a slight toll on him.
