Chapter 324
As a cursed spirit, Phanthom’s instincts told him that he would be greatly rewarded if he helped Malzor achieve his ambition. Yet the reality of the situation made the goal seem close to impossible.
Currently, Phanthom was in the abyss, floating and sitting cross-legged in front of a portal. His yellow eyes glowed as he looked beyond the portal and the walls the goblins had built.
In his glowing eyes, he could see the flames of ambition. Having spent enough time among demons, wielding and getting used of his own powers, Phanthom had learned to predict bold moves based on the flickers in those flames.
Right now, he noticed multiple flames flickering beyond the walls built by the goblins. Phanthom stretched out his hand, grasping a yellow light only he could see.
Through his connection with the light, he faintly heard whispers. The words were difficult to make out due to the distance from the abyss, but he caught phrases like, "I wonder how much my rank will rise if I perform well in this push."
The glow in Phanthom’s eyes faded as he flew off, his wings beating softly as he made his way to Malzor’s quarters. When he arrived, he didn’t bother to knock, entering to find Malzor deep in thought, his hand resting on his chin.
"The goblin army is preparing to attack," Phanthom said, breaking Malzor’s concentration. Malzor immediately stood up, waving his hand to summon a view of the goblin world, yet he saw no signs of movement.
Malzor’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at the image. He trusted Phanthom’s instincts—Phanthom had never been wrong before. The fourth-stage gargoyle had already taken command of the demonic forces, but despite this preparation, unease lingered in the air.
"Ready your forces," Malzor growled into the communication link. "The goblins are planning something bold. We can’t afford to be caught off guard."