"The General's conclusion has struck me as an icy cold arrow, right in the heart. My brain, quickly going over all the possible explamations, eventually stopped. Yes, he will know the truth. How much truth? That is up for interpretation... I put on my most convincing tone:
-"Yes, I am Kronos, and I am somewhat responsible for this. Of course, I alone could not possibly sustain an army of such proportions. I am, however, in charge of its movements. As for your other question, I... do have a target in mind."
I quickly thought up a potential target.
-"Recently I have read of a... group, a movement, I suppose, which defies every single belief my philosophy stands for", I lied. "Instead of resurrecting the dead like you see here, they wretch the souls of deceased creatures from the Underworld. With Necromancy, you channel some of your power to the target, simply enabling them to move at your will. They do not have a mind of their own."
I did it again, ladies and gentlemen. I had just told a blatant lie with a straight face. I really should stop with this, though. This man before me was smart enough to figure out that I was in the control of this army. Nothing stops him from further concluding that at this point, I am absolutely at a loss as to what to attack! I suppose if I am ever to stop lying, this would be a good time to do so.
-"Although... It really is a small target... It is the headquarters of this group, called the Blue Minotaur. Their spiritual nexus is at a temple in the woods. A few reports in my posession reveal that it has inferior defences. Perhaps I could just get some of those beauties over there." I pointed to some of my creations that I assembled from unneeded bones. They were HUGE, all different shapes and sizes. Ogre-dragons with whips made of human bones... Spider-like creations with a couple more heads and a dozen more limbs than the gods intended... Necromancy. Gotta love it.
-"Yes... them. But, as I was saying, at this moment I am open to suggestions, as long as they are within reason. I will not have my army spend days attacking some small village!"
With those words, I turned facing all of them.
-"Oh, and as for you - you don't have to hide. My troops will not even notice you." Once again, a rather blunt lie. When the blonde beauty here disabled my footman, he noticed it, alright. Even I noticed it. They, however, need not burden their mind with such trivial details..."
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-"Oh... Nice to meet you, Nick. You already know my name, I presume."
Steorra, while no one was looking, took the gem out of her staff again. She could see force lines through it - the channels that magic travels through. Spells use force lines - for example, a fireball would have a strong force line between itself, and the caster. She looked around... and almost fell back, from the surprise. Kronos had a massive, massive line extending from him to the strange contraption near Redvik. From there, thousands upon thousands of other force lines were scattered all across the fields. Probably one for each undead. So Kronos was responsible... in every imaginable way. She had to tell Vincent, somehow...
