"Wishing to use the poison fog in the cave to whittle down my minions, huh..."
Demilo watched as the steel monsters burrowed into the dark-green cesspit, their buzzing roars as if urging him to hurry in.
Should I go in?
It seemed to be a no-brainer—entering the tactical terrain set up by someone else was foolish, and he had no necessary reason to fight the mages, moreover, if he really wanted to fight in the poison fog, he would have to use some of his precious 'soldiers'.
No instructions came from the Divine Lord to the Heroic Souls; in fact, unless it was a time of war, Heroic Souls were free. However, in order to accumulate enough merit to exchange for soul fragments, even during peaceful development periods, they would still patrol their territory and transport resources voluntarily, just like Demilo, who had set out this turn to transport resources from the surrounding area back to the main city.
