Bab 157: 157 – Table of Seven

I sat with my six generals in a room with a round table. They displayed all kinds of expressions, but the one who seemed the most emotional was Xenora.

I just explained my plan to get the prophet to join us.

"What exactly are you talking about, my lord?" She rose from her seat. Her eyes widened, and her breathing became wild.

"As I said, I will sacrifice my newly acquired dragon power and wings," I repeated my explanation earlier. "It's for those rituals."

The succubus shook its head. "I have no problem with the dragon's abilities, but for wings? My lord, you really love flying, don't you?"

"Don't worry, Xenora. I'll be using an undead wyvern for the time being. A magic scientist named Nate is also working on making me a faster, cooler means of transportation."

"It's useless, Xenora." Emily sighed as she folded her arms across her chest. "Lord Vorn is very committed to getting what he wants."