The soldier is the army. No army is better than its soldiers.
Zane's army or legion also had soldiers but they were all weak gutterborns. Yet, Zane knew they had strength in them in the form of rage because of their years of suppression.
Nevertheless, they were gathered right now for something else.
The exchange of information.
Zane eyed each and everyone present in front of him.
He had formed two groups and the people were in their respective groups, waiting to tell their findings.
"I will not ask each one of you. So do me a favor. And start speaking one by one. I am listening."
Zane placed his hands behind his head and braced himself for the information.
Everyone looked at each other and then they nodded.
One man raised his hand and the others shut their mouth.
"I went to the quarters of the Flamekeepers. It was empty. Only dust existed there. I found no signs of Horum and or any information."
