Fritz was slumped on the ground, his face ashen.
The Holy Knight inquisitor was drained pale by Esther, his limbs so weak he couldn't even struggle.
The Priest, holding his Magic Staff, was speechless, his arm trembling.
"Enough." Lynch couldn't be bothered to waste any more words. With a wave of his hand, he gave the order. "Catherine, take your men, disarm them all, and search them. Then lock them up in the dungeon beneath the Sleeping Tomb. If anyone dares to resist... kill them on sight."
As a "wicked" Necromancer in control of a vital border town like Lakefront Town, how could Lynch not have built a secret dungeon?
Beneath the garrison was a confinement area he had meticulously designed, connected to the barracks of his Zombie Corps.
The moment he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard.
