I patted her head, and she practically melted, cheeks flushing pink. I had no idea whether that was pure admiration to me or… something else.
Honestly? Didn't really matter. I might be a jerk to most women, but having her at my side felt a bit like having a cute little sister around. Even the most wicked degenerates deserved a break from doing questionable stuff every now and then.
"Sir, we found the magic circle!" Adam called out.
I nodded, and we headed toward a platform five steps high, sprawling wide enough to fit twenty people.
At its center stood a short metal table, ornate, runes carved deep into its surface. One look, and I knew exactly what it was for.
"Give me the main core."
One of the Seekers handed me a circular object. Polished like marble, about the size of a basketball, and heavier than it looked. I walked toward the center and set it onto the middle.
