Sitting amidst an orchard and a pen whom he had emptied of its sheep, Sen glared at Murmurin’s volcano, a dark, fuming place even under the bright sunlight.
What kind of atrocity the lich was planning deep in his dungeon? How long before he spread knowledge of this dark, horrifying spell to the outside world? Sen seethed at the thought, simmering with anger.
Although he heard Kyle and the new werewolves minions approach, Sen didn’t even bother glancing at him, entirely focused on the mountain. “Your Majesty?” minion Kyle called. “Your Majesty, are you alright?”
“Where are the kobolds?” Sen asked.
“I sent them to recruit new minions.”
Good. More fodder to throw at the lich. “Minion Kyle, you are now my military advisor,” Sen told him, “I would have promoted you to general, but command
