“What about the rest of you?” the Rank Four Tower Master of Bone asked, his gaze sweeping over the remaining full-fledged mages.0

After watching a Rank Three black mage get torn apart moments earlier, everyone knew exactly what the correct choice was.0

If they did not surrender, they would die right here and now.0

If they did, their souls would be enslaved by the Tower Master of Bone… but at least they might die a little later.0

Faced with that reality, these black mages knew what choice to make!0

A chorus of voices crying out in surrender and begging for mercy quickly filled the battlefield.0

This only made the Rank Four black mage’s cruel, arrogant laughter echo louder and sharper across the mine.0

Of course, not everyone...0