Lind was calm. It was strange but now that he knew where his enemy was, the feeling of fumbling in the dark vanished and he realized he had been truly losing hope.
They had lost so many trying to find one person in a supposedly finite space but he had severely underestimated the tenacity of the Bastard. It was clear that he had been preparing for the final incarnation for a far longer time than he had imagined.
The thralls were not easily made as they had to come from some timeline yet they could not be from the Divine Realm originally. He had not recognized a single one from the Final Fiend War.
While there had been so many battlefields, he had reviewed in detail every report trying to find clues to the Bastard in his old world. Any piece could help and they had left no stone unturned.
