"I know what you're thinking, we need to deal with the matters at hand first, until the army is free to handle things, otherwise relying on just a few of us is pointless."
He emphasized, "Remember, I'm even more anxious than you, but we cannot lose our minds. This is our most vital power to defeat the Evil God."
Lance knew what the silent Junia was thinking. As someone from the Church and a devout believer, she naturally loathed the "evil" Necromancers.
Under persuasion, Junia merely nodded quietly.
Lance took one last look back, his expression calm, but his mind was filled with chaotic thoughts.
After many years, they might be the first to step into this place again, aside from the Heretics.
Lance didn't know what exactly happened in Hamlet back then, causing a city of a million people to turn into ruins overnight.
Lance gazed at the burnt and collapsing buildings, the bizarrely shaped broken brick walls, and the scattered, peculiarly posed white bones on the ground.
