Recently, she had also noticed mercenaries and adventurers appearing repeatedly along their route.
They rarely approached openly.
Sometimes they lingered near crossroads.
Sometimes they appeared briefly in forests before vanishing.
At night, when Sienna entered the Spatial Farm and left Gustave outside, they would observe from a distance.
It was obvious they were conducting surveillance.
Sienna knew this.
Harold knew this.
Everyone knew this.
But none of them cared.
What Sienna did not know was that many of those observers were practically dying from curiosity.
To them, the undead she rode was terrifying.
Most necromancers could only summon weak skeletons or shambling zombies.
Even skilled necromancers generally commanded ordinary undead servants.
But Gustave was different.
The enormous body.
The dark green bones.
The savage bone spurs.
The blazing soul fire.
The incredible speed.
Everything about it radiated danger.
