Raylo turned and bowed deeply to the eighteen Legendary Powerhouses behind him.
"This is as far as I go."
"I'll have a victory feast prepared in Black Stone City... waiting for your triumphant return!"
The Legendary Knight with the Giant Axe on his back grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Kid, make sure you prepare plenty of wine!"
"Hahaha, that's right! I'll bring back that Demon Serpent's heart for us to feast on with our drinks!"
Mage Delin nodded at Raylo.
"Raylo, we appreciate the sentiment."
With that, he turned, his gaze fixed on the center of the swamp.
All eyes followed, converging on the same spot.
In that moment, all traces of joking vanished.
The face of every person was etched with a do-or-die resolve.
"Morpheus."
Mage Delin called out softly.
Mage Morpheus, who had been silent all this time, slowly took a step forward.
His wide, black robes stirred as if moved by an unseen wind.
He raised a hand and gave a light wave.
HUMMM.
