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Return of the Fallen Volume 13 Chapter 145

After this brief confrontation, tempers cooled and anger faded. Mefius turned toward his army. There was a sense of unease spread among them.

Mefius did not care. His goal was in sight. If he had to squeeze every drop of blood from them to get what he wanted, he would do so without hesitation. He looked at the number of soldiers left with a bit of disappointment.

(I leave for but a moment, and nearly half my army dies. The incompetence on their part is infuriating.)

Mefius looked down to the bottom of the glowing chasm. He could sense all of the death and destruction that had recently taken place. He was on the edge of rage, thinking the shriekers had been slain from the long fall. Without the collection of their primordial flame fragments as well as their magical fire energy, his plans would take an unpleasant turn.

His senses quickly spread