At the foot of the mountain, Elder Rostellum stared in surprise. He couldn't comprehend how things had turned out this way.
However, Elder Rostellum was still a Politician, possessing the necessary skills of an Adventurer with Class.
He knew that the ceaseless flow of rotting corpses and skeletons rushing towards Guru Mountain were being manipulated—and by Dark Arts, no less.
Elder Rostellum's feelings at this moment were complex. The once slightly mysterious Guru Mountain was now to be utterly annihilated. Regardless of whatever resided there, these puppets controlled by dark forces would undoubtedly destroy everything on the mountain.
The instincts of an Adventurer with Class told him that a grand battle would soon erupt atop Guru Mountain, and they, the bystanders at the foot of the mountain, would be powerless to intervene.
The hidden side of Guru Mountain was about to be revealed, like a secret finally rising to the surface.
