Darion and Seren remained standing over Dross's war table.
The room was quiet now that the initial discovery of Vrethka's resources had settled. The sheer volume of the stockpiles—the grain, the iron, the weapons—was staggering, but the shock of it had faded, replaced by the cold, hard reality of governance.
Maps covered the heavy oak table, along with military records, supply lists, marked routes, and frantic notes left behind by a dead man.
But Darion's attention wasn't on the weapons, food, or soldiers anymore.
His eyes remained fixed on one particular marking. Somewhere in the eastern mountains was the location associated with the Kulidii. The symbol itself was simple, just a red mark on the map, but to Darion, it felt like a loaded crossbow pointed directly at his head.
He was so deep in thoughts.
He remembered exactly what the system had told him:
[Kulidii — A being who grants magic that neutralizes Necromancer abilities.]
