I glanced at Dee3, who kept a watchful eye on the evolving battlefield and the construction of the various void-tier array formations within her dungeon. To think the lives of so many high-ranking curse masters rested in the hands of a single curse user. The irony wasn't lost on me.
Now it was becoming painfully clear why so many people had gathered to meet Dee3 overnight. Yes, Dee3 had many genuine well-wishers, and just as many who viewed her as nothing more than a tool for power and domination. But the sheer number of people who had chosen to greet her today, of all days, and at this very hour, couldn't be a coincidence. An invisible hand had orchestrated it all, and I believed that hand belonged to Ulysses.
