The Author's POV

"All the mana compressors have been placed as you have ordered. We are now waiting for the next set of instructions."

Hemlock appeared emotionless as he sat on his throne and stared ahead.

His attention was drawn to the empty space in front of him, where a black circular sphere was displaying a number of different scenarios simultaneously.

The space around him warped, and he opened his mouth.

"Have you done as I've asked? While you were installing the mana compressors, have you been vigilant for any creatures or animals that may have been hiding nearby?"

"Yes."

A black man with a fierce scar running through his face responded to the question while kneeling on one knee and wearing all black.

"We have, as you've suggested, pretended not to notice them. What should we now do? Should we alter the placement of the mana compressors?"

"No."

Hemlock shook his head.

His gaze began to wander in the direction of the mana compressors that were depicted in the void projections that were in front of him.

"Keep the mana compressors as they are, and don't let the little animals die. Make sure to be oblivious to them."

"As you wish."

The reply came from the individual dressed in all black, and then he vanished from the scene, exiting the grand hall, which was at that time occupied by sixteen different people.

Everyone was looking wearily at Hemlock, whose expression did not change at all despite the extremely solemn and chilly atmosphere that permeated every inch of the hall.

Without waiting for anyone to say anything, Hemlock opened his mouth to speak.

"I'd like an elder to make their way to each of the mana compressors. Alliance members will likely soon make their way to the mana compressors with the intention of destroying them. I would like for you to ambush them when they are least expecting it."

"..."

"..."

His words were met with silence, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to an extremely low level.

Hemlock, who had become aware of the palpable lack of conversation in the space, looked around at the various occupants of the room without making a sound.

"...I understand that you are all wary after what happened not too long ago, but I assure you. It will not happen again. Their sacrifices were for a greater cause."

Once again, the hall fell into silence.

Hemlock's eyes sharpened at the sight, and he slowly stood up.

His gaze lingered over each and every one of the figures that were currently seated on their respective thrones, and as it did so, a potent aura started to emerge from his body.

He opened his mouth again.

This time, his tone was a lot more threatening.

"I'll rephrase myself. I will spare your life if you make yourself useful and listen to my orders..."

As his aura continued to expand, the pressure that was already permeating the room started to expand as well, making it increasingly difficult to breathe for those who were present.

"...So long as the Monolith finds you useful, you should anticipate being spared. Mo Jinhao and his companions had long served their cause and were no longer of any use. You can count your blessings in retrospect. I could have chosen any one of you to sacrifice yourself for the cause...but I didn't. Why, you ask?"

Hemlock licked his lips slightly.

"The answer is rather simple. It's because you were lucky enough to still be useful for the cause."

tension in the room had been relatively low when they had entered, it was now at an all-time high as absolute silence prevailed

would incur Hemlock's wrath, no one dared to utter a single word,

the fate of their lives was

recently discovered that the chip that had been implanted in their heads

that there was something with

Monolith, muttered to himself, his gaze

their heads, not having it was really not

instructed by the demons with whom they were contracted to obey Hemlock's every command

this was something that was

had contracts with could do anything, it was obvious that someone with an unfathomable amount of power

they could do at the moment was lower their heads and

had no choice but

***

"How's it going?"

make my way to Ryan's room, where everyone was congregating and staring at the large screens in the

strange objects that appeared to be funnelling the mana in the air and causing some

you guys have located all

was

"You're finally out."

unenthusiastically said, his face a couple of inches away from the

closely. It's

outstretched and a couple of

and pointed at his

I've already had surgery on my eyes. They won't get

"...You do you."

head ever-so-slightly as one of the birds

changed, and she looked

City, slowly releasing demonic energy into the atmosphere. If this continues, the entire city will become engulfed in demonic energy, and the Monolith's forces will have an

"Hmm..."

report, the

'This is getting troublesome'

demonic energy and mana was the primary

of demonic energy into the atmosphere would give the forces of the Monolith a significant boost

as possible. If they stay, it is highly likely that they

was a stroke of good fortune that, with Ryan and Ava's assistance, I had eyes over the majority of the

on everything at

you suggesting that we get ready? I'm sure Liam would love

silent up until

the sofa at the end of the room with his legs

I haven't seen that guy without a black eye ever

fault do

raised, glancing at him from the corner

of the reasons why he is in the state

"Keum...I stopped...I stopped..."

of his nose, Leopold looked

sight caused me to shake my head, and just as I was about to say something, Ryan's

the operation for now.

"What do you mean?"

Ryan, and I moved a

Ryan's expression, which revealed that he was currently frowning deeply as he stared intently at the screens in front of

the area around the mana

a little bit too easy. Take a

pointed at the screens

cameras installed in the animals that Ava controls. Although I don't believe the Monolith will care much about a few

"Hmm...you have a point."

of my chin,

Ryan said, then the situation was certainly suspicious. Was the Monolith perhaps