Some months ago,
A creature was inside a dark room, he was sitting on a bluish-glowing transparent stone. His eyes were closed until a voice came into his head again.
"Kallius… how did the procurement go?" Kallius heard in his head. A frown formed on his face.
"The low-level mobs we sent were killed easily… master. The procurement failed." Kallius said, its hands gripped tightly which were four in total.
"…. Keep attacking, the material fell in the hands of trash, so we have time for now. Keep sending the mobs till there is a success. We don't have much of a choice." The deep voice that directly came into his mind went away, and the four-armed creature once again closed his eyes and went to work.
If it came to him, he would have attacked already but there was a rule of the system that only the high-levelers knew about.
