110 The crafter Dark Magus

Having successfully collected the pills, Dame still couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He had every reason to be uneasy because a tough battle lay ahead. His father had essentially sent him on a suicide mission, and nobody expected him to survive this ordeal.

Now, he was about to meet the individuals who had reluctantly agreed to join him. On the highest floor of the Neverfall Clan base, where the lowest-ranked warriors of the clan resided, fifty of them had gathered in a dark cavern. Strange glass orbs powered by light were attached to the walls, providing self-sufficient illumination since using fire in such an area was relatively dangerous.

Dame stood before them all, accompanied by Fixteen, Carlson, and Kirk—three individuals who stuck by him despite his reputation as the troublesome young master. When Dame looked into the eyes of those in front of him, he could sense their skepticism and frustration, even though they held back their words.