"Enough."
Perhaps sensing the expressions of the two Level 5 Wizards, the handsome young man with blue and golden gradient short hair was slightly serious, and he said solemnly, "Stop fooling around. This is not Spirit Lake, after all. Everyone, keep your spirits up and stay vigilant."
The noise within the group gradually died down.
But soon, someone murmured again.
"That damn Damien doesn't respond to any communication. Does he know we're planning to revoke his qualification for participating in the Trial of the Stone of Destiny under the pretense of assistance?"
"Or maybe he's already dead in this waterway. After all, he came in alone and only has Level 4 strength..."
"That would be too bad. Someone like Damien could die anywhere, but if because of him, Misha misses the Deep Knowledge Crown, his soul should be suppressed in the Deep Sea, never to find peace..."
Hearing this, Misha's brow slightly furrowed, clearly worried about this possibility.
