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Atop the mountain, a young man was sitting with an orb in his hand that was under the preservation effect. It ant he could summon the shadow warrior once again, as long as it wasn't destroyed.
As for the shadow warrior being destroyed, he didn't even consider that possibility. He was expecting the shadow warrior to return with the intruders.
Everything was going as per his expectations, and things that didn't go as per his expectations were destroyed by him. However, this ti, it was him who was in for a shock.
The orb that he was carrying started developing cracks that spread through the orb within the span of a few seconds.
It happened so fast that he didn't even have the ti to react. Before he could co to his senses, the sphere had already been broken into thousands of small pieces.
Even with the preservation effect, the sphere couldn't be used again as the shadow itself had been destroyed.
The small fragnts of the orb fell out of his hand like sand trickling between a person's fingers.
"How is this possible?" His expressions darkened as he realized the aning behind the destruction of the shadow warrior.
He would have understood it if the shadow warrior had been destroyed in any other place as it wasn't the strongest being by any stretch, but this was the mountain of loss.
Did it an that there was a person who had been here, and even after losing his senses, he was still able to defeat a shadow warrior?
"Interesting... There is still soone who can make worry?" The man tossed away the last remaining fragnts in his hand, his expressions turning from shock to amusent.
If it was an Overlord coming, he still would have been worried. However, if it was an Overlord, he was sure that his shadow warrior would have been killed within a second.
Although he didn't know who his shadow warrior fought and how that fight went, he did know that the fight lasted for over ten minutes.
With so much ti being taken, it was clear that the person who killed the shadow warrior wasn't much stronger than it. It definitely wasn't an Overlord or soone of that level.
As long as the person was soone who was only slightly stronger than the shadow warrior, he had thousands of ways to make that person pay.
"Since he destroyed the shadow warrior, I will have him take its place."
He opened his inventory, bringing out a coffin that was called a slave coffin.
It was an artifact that he had received as a newbie gift package thanks to the kind of ability he had.
Within the slave coffin, he was able to carry living beings. There was only one limitation, which was that only the slaves he turned with his abilities were allowed to be kept there.
After calling out the coffin, he opened it, revealing a Portal that was hidden within.
"All of you, co out," He commanded. Three specks of light shot out from the coffin.
As they appeared outside the coffin, they revealed their human forms.
Amongst the three slaves that were ntally brainwashed, the first one was a woman who looked like she was in her mid thirties. The woman had a mage-like robe that ca down from her shoulders.
The mage robe wasn't black in color like the magical robes that the beings of the Necromancer Tower wore. Instead, it was a distinct green color.
The young man walked closer to the woman.
"Mother, how does it feel to be back?" he asked, revealing an amusing smile. This woman was the first person he had turned into his slave with his ability, and it was none other than the mother of the character he possessed.
Originally, his character was the son of the Lord of Wind Tower.
Just like the Necromancer Tower, the Wind Tower was also a tower in the Northern Continent where magic used to be studied. However, they only focused on the wind magic.
When the Necromancer started waging war over the entire continent, many Magic Towers were destroyed. There were only a few who had survived that onslaught as they went into hiding, abandoning the tower.
The woman was the Lord of the Wind Tower who had run away with her people and her son, abandoning the legacy of the ancestors.
Since then, she had been hidden in the Northern Continent, starting the Wind Tower anew, without the grandeur to keep themselves hidden.
"Mother, won't you help your son one last ti?" the young man asked, touching the woman's cheeks.
For a mont, emotions of sadness and anger flickered in the eyes of the woman but they were imdiately suppressed by the ntal seal cast on her.
"Oh? To think that you are still capable of taking control of your expressions, even if it's for a second. Not bad, mother." The young man laughed. "You are quite good, but your expressions hurt ."
"Are you still sad that I exposed our location to the Necromancer Tower?" he asked innocently.
He wasn't strong enough to use his abilities on the woman who used to rule over the Wind Tower. So he could only take external help.
He was the one that brought ruins to the Wind Tower a second ti by exposing its location to the Necromancer Tower.
Just as he expected, the Necromancer Tower sent people to destroy the remnants. The Wind Mages fought back, but in front of the Mages of Death, they couldn't last long.
In the end, most of the Wind Mages were slaughtered, and even his mother was heavily injured, barely managing to escape with him and a few other people.
Because his mother was hurt, she was weak. On top, she had lost so many people, for which she blad herself. Her ntality was also at the most unstable at that ti, which was what the young man wanted.
He took help of his mother's weakened physical condition and ntality to use his abilities on her, turning her into his second slave.
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