Chapter 1863: From the Rubble (Part 1)

"I have an army." Lith's voice was calm as he conjured his Golems, his Demons of the Darkness, of the Fallen, of the Flames, and all those who answered his call.

With every breath he took, the tower filled with new angry Demons yet it also increased the burden on his already battered body.

"Men." Salaark sighed while gently touching Raaz's forehead and then Lith's.

They both fell asleep, their minds finally at peace.

A snap of the Overlord's finger Warped them away, leaving the rest of the family flabbergasted.

"There's no need to worry, I just moved them to their respective bedrooms. Solus, Elina, stay with them and don't leave their side for even one second. Thanks to you, sleep will be a safe haven where their minds will find solace and process their respective traumas more quickly.