"I'm starting to regret bringing you here." Dov commented. All the scenes between Admiral Delmar and the Pretender didn't give him any new piece of information regarding this hell of a shapeshifter. "I came to you personally, so I can be the one to end you… *sigh* Should've just let the cannons swallow you whole."
". . ."
Delmar couldn't bring himself to retort those statements. Even though he knew what Dov and the humans did was wrong, he can't help but be embarrassed hearing how disappointed Dov was.
"I-I… I still can't believe we lost that hard." Delmar clenched his tan scally head in confusion. "Sure you're a strong adventurer, but we also had a good number of level 101 and above adventurers on our side…"
"Ahh… so you didn't realize."
"Realize what?" Delmar's gaze grew tense as Dov's voice shrouded him with fear.
"Have you heard about the Black Guild, Admiral?" Dov asked.
"A little bit, yeah. What of it?"
