“Secondly, those weren’t just some random Gyrms that can be conjured to do one’s bidding. As I said, they were Sentries.” I opened my eyes. “What is the difference between them?” Reaver still held up one finger. “Most of them were once mortal—those who summoned a god and pledged servitude to them upon death in exchange for whatever favor the god granted them. Hunters hunt things. Sentries—you guessed it—guard things. Items. Usually, people. But Sentries, like Hunters and Seekers, can sense whatever they’re searching for. They either find said thing and bring it back, or they die in the process
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