"M'lord?" Came a voice from behind.

Alaster sighed and looked away from the camped Demons. He turned around and glanced at the man who had climbed the tower to seemingly annoy him.

However, while Alaster stared at the man without emotion, his armor and faceplate made it appear as if he was on the verge of killing him.

"What is it?"

The man stammered, "S-sir, we have received w-word from Galmore."

"Do not waste my time, what is it?" Alaster's annoyance was growing.

First, the Demons seemed content to simply continue bombarding the city until there was no city left. Second, the calculations and spells Belgroth had him doing in preparation for his body were extraordinarily complex and delicate. And now, the mortals around him saw fit to annoy him with their very presence.

Each day Alaster felt more and more inclined to walk out of the city and simply attack the Demon Camp for a little bit before returning to the city. Just to blow off some steam.

Very little was more soothing to Alaster than combat, even if the 'combat' would be more of a slaughter since Alaster doubted there was a single Demon who could stand up to him for even a single blow.

"M'lord, Galmore has informed us that this next train of Reinforcements will be the last ones for the foreseeable future as they must retain their own garrison in case of attack."

'Annoying, but understandable and foreseen.' Alaster thought.

"Is that all?"

"They also informed us that three individuals will also be sent on the same train. Individuals that seem to have some connection to you. Unfortunately, they did not provide names."

"When will the train arrive?" Alaster asked, knowing exactly who two of the three were.

After all, Tom and Mike were only in Galmore to help in training the recruits how to use their Abilities and Spells without the System's assistance. If there were no more recruits, they had no reason to remain in Galmore.

But Alaster did not know who the third one was.

His thoughts turned to Azamar, but he was the Guardian Elder of Galmore. Even in times of peace, the old man very rarely ever left Galmore. There was no way he would leave the city during a Demon Invasion.

Following the same logic, Alaster could not believe that Azamar would allow Lunaria to leave the safety of his power and the fortress city of Galmore to come to a besieged city.

But then who else could it be? Alaster did not really know anyone else from Galmore, no one that would dare claim they knew him.

"The estimated arrival time is in one hour."

"And when did they send this message?"

"Thirty minutes ago. Due to the rubble, it took longer than expected for me to get through from the Castle." The man bowed his head in apology, but Alaster did not care.

Information was critical, even more so in battle. Alaster had seen first hand how wars were determined by who get the better information the fastest.

"I have received your message. Relay to the City Lord that I will be there to receive the train when it arrives."

The man bowed and quickly jogged away towards the tower stairs.

The Engineers around him, ever manning their Machines, chuckled amongst themselves at the messenger's fear. Not to mock him, but because just a while ago, they had been the same. They feared that the armored giant before them could snap at any time and butcher all of them just because he was bored.

Which was not wrong, Alaster just had a target he could use to kill his boredom. No one would complain if he slaughtered a few thousand Demons. No one of importance to Alaster anyway.

'Lezrum.' Alaster contacted the Lich.

The Undead responded a moment later, 'Yes Master?'

'What are you doing right now?'

'Tutoring some of the other Liches that have sworn themselves to you.'

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'Any strong ones?'

'A few with potential, but none stronger than I.'

'Very well. Take a break from the tutoring. Use your Minions to clear the road of rubble from the Castle to the wall. It appears it is causing a delay in messengers.'

'Oh, can't have that. Shall I take some of the other Liches with me?'

'If you desire so. Only take the ones you trust to not attack any human they see.'

'I don't trust any of them. Such is the way of the Deep. However, I will keep an eye on them. Do you mind if a destroy one or two as a lesson of obedience?'

'Do what you must.'

'Very good Master. I will see to it then.'

Alaster cut the mental connection and decided to check in with everything else.

Fenrir remained in the train station, building Undead after Undead. At this point, he likely had a few hundred of his Expert Tiered Werewolf Undead. It seemed like Alaster had accidently implanted his enjoyment of creating Undead into Fenrir when he created him, but neglected to instill a sense of boredom, because Fenrir created one and got right into creating another with the same level of enthusiasm.

Alaster did not mind, the Undead were not weighing down his soul so Fenrir was free to create as many as he wanted, something the man seemed to take as a challenge.

Meanwhile, Vivian was dangling upside down from one of the rafters in the warehouse, just hanging there from her knees.

Alaster sighed tiredly, wishing his counterpart would take the siege more seriously, but also knowing that she was doing her job as well as she needed to. Her flying Undead continued to block or deflect any flying boulders from crashing into the warehouse or its adjacent courtyard.

He could also sense that she was also amassing her own army within her soul, so Alaster decided to leave it be.

Evelyn was also in the warehouse, glancing up at the dangling women, boredom evident in her expression. The young women was not well suited for long periods of desk work, and her threshold had been surpassed weeks ago.

On the rare occasions that she saw her older brother, she made sure to make a point to express her boredom and irritation at her position. Alaster, of course, would repeat how her job was important for the war effort. A saying that had lost its effectiveness long ago.

Still, she stuck to her job, doing it just as well as before. The only excitement that she had seen was the rare occasion when one of the Native Undead refused to pledge itself and instead tried to break out of the warehouse. It barely made it three steps closer to any of the young humans before the Forgotten guards cut it down.

Sighing yet again atop the tower, Alaster decided to take pity on his bored little sister.

Alaster took out the dummy statue of himself from his Ring and instantly switched positions with it, maintaining the image that he was still standing guard atop the tower, while allowing himself to wonder.

He could have simply used [Swap] to appear in the warehouse instantly, but the two Death Knights that followed him everywhere slowly grew stronger the longer they spent in his presence. And he figured that it would help the soldiers' morale to see him walking around in all his terrifying glory.

Instead, Alaster walked down the tower and across the bridge to the inner tower. The soldiers stepped clear, some standing at attention, others saluting, but many merely nodded in respect.

The soldiers laid against the battlements, or sat together in small groups. Their weapons ever close. Many had bandages tightly wrapped around their limbs or heads. Others had damaged equipment, chipped swords, cracked shields, missing rings of chainmail or large rips in their gambeson.

Seeing their beloved city now in ruin and burning was crushing the morale of the Onigarian Soldiers. As for the Galmorians, it was difficult to maintain high hopes when they were being bombarded for weeks on end and saw little to no progress.

The two styles of armor and equipment made it easy to distinguish which city the soldier had come from, but the soldiers did not have the energy to care anymore. If they were Human, they were an ally.

Instead of taking the stairs through one of the inner towers, Alaster decided to simply step off the wall. He landed with a loud crash of metal and earth, throwing up a cloud of dust. The two Death Knights followed without hesitation.

The soldiers below the walls looked up in alarm, but as the dust cleared a moment later, they only saw Lord Ashborn dusting himself off briefly before walking away as if he had not just plummeted over seventy feet.

The walk to the warehouse was an interesting one. There were no citizens clogging the ruined streets. No loud voices, echoing off the now deserted walls. No cries of laughter as children weaved through the crowds.

Now, the city Alaster had once called home lay in ruin. Fires raged as crews of Earth and Water Mages scrambled to control them. Piles of rubble lay where magnificent buildings and home once stood. Other buildings had large chunks missing where thrown boulders had crashed through.

As he walked, Alaster noticed the hordes of Lezrem's undead as they slowly cleared the roads. They did not care about removing the rubble, only in clearing the road of it. They carelessly threw broken logs and boards out from the road, even if it meant throwing it through the rare unbroken window.

Alaster even smirked when he saw two skeletons lift a large rock and throw it onto a pile of rubble, crushing another Skeleton that had walked in the way.

It was inefficient, but their vast number made progress fast and their Skeletal bodies did not tire.

Alaster eventually reached the untouched warehouse and stepped inside.

Evelyn immediately saw him and ran other to him, leaving the confused Zombie Commander at the desk with a half filled out form.

"Alaster! Please tell me you have something else for us to do?"

The other young men and women looked up pleadingly, causing Alaster to sigh yet again. Something that was beginning to become habit.

He had originally meant to just take Evelyn away for a few hours, give her a break, before he returned her. But seeing her desperation, Alaster gave in.

"Yes I do, your positions can be handled by the Forgotten. Everyone follow me."

Alaster waved his hand, summoning two dozen Forgotten from John's Legion. They immediately moved to take the young adults' desks and quickly got to work. The lines would not move as quickly as the Forgotten did not have the same level of intelligence or wisdom as the Humans, but it would still work.

"Please follow me to the Underground Station."

The children excitedly followed him out, only glancing at the two Death Knights that trailed behind them.

Now, Alaster had to figure out something for them to do. Something safe, but not monotonous. And he had to figure it out before they reached the Station.

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