"You can't be serious!" Julien shouted, his voice echoing endlessly across the infinite white space.
He pointed a finger at the massive Red Gate swirling a few yards away.
"I am a merchant! I am too weak to clear a basic Blue Gate, let alone a Red one."
Gina stopped walking to the side.
The faint, amused smile that had been resting on her lips vanished, replaced by a cold stare.
The temperature in the white void seemed to drop ten degrees.
"I know you are weak," Gina said, her tone flat and measured.
"I am not sending you in there to die alone. You will also take your team to Blaze's party. I will even authorise the Association to hire whatever independent freelancers you think you need. But you, Julien, are going to raid the Gate in this district right after the second wave breaks."
Julien stumbled back a step, shaking his head.
