Polly sprinted forward at full speed when she suddenly froze in place. She coughed up a mouthful of blood as though she had been struck by an invisible force. The instant a Lord died, every Divine Chosen bound to them would sense it immediately and suffer severe mental backlash.
"So Richard really is dead. What an idiot."
Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Polly let out a mocking chuckle.
"If he weren't such a fool, he never would have worked with us in the first place. It took so much effort to secure such a useful pawn. What a waste."
"My mind took quite a hit as well. I'll need some time to recover."
Casting aside the distracting thoughts, Polly continued on her way.
Meanwhile, after searching without finding any trace of her, Phield and the others had no choice but to return to the fortress.
As soon as they approached the southern gate, waves of chanting erupted from the rebel camp outside.
"Blood Sacrifice to the True God!"
