“Theela, activate the formation flags! This is going to be an easy harvest!”

“We can interrogate them after we’ve captured them,” a male trialist shouted out.

“Alright!” The female trialist who set up the formation immediately tried communicating with it. She wanted to change the positions of the flags.

However, Alex used his divine consciousness and tangled the Chaos roots around the flags. He could make them his by wiping away the soul imprints on them.

“Ahhh!!!” The woman screamed.

She froze, realizing that she had lost contact with her own flags.

Someone asked, “Theela, what’s with you? Can’t you be a little quicker?”

Theela replied. “I… I can’t sense my flags anymore.”

“What?”

Just then, all twenty-four formation flags popped out of the ground, floating in mid-air. Fluttering in the wind, they radiated with a bright light.

Theela was overjoyed. “My flags appeared!”

Alex spoke up indifferently. “No, they’re mine.”

This time, he spoke in Novian to them.

“Huh?”

“You ca