"Finally here!" Amari exclaimed.
The familiar orange skies and fiery, lava-like surroundings of the Ifrit territory welcomed them. It had been four days since they left Ertonfield. Most of the city's inhabitants seemed happy to see him leave because they threw a party almost as soon as they stepped out.
'It was probably just a coincidence. Yeah, yeah.'
Well, not everyone was happy to see them go. It pissed Eliss and Klint beyond anything he could even explain. They gave him quite a… nice visit, just as they were about to leave.
'Whatever. I have much more important things on my mind,'
The Ifrit King was beyond petty, and he only just realized it when Ned told him about the Journeyman rank.
There was such a large difference in the advancement requirements that the power difference was probably even worse. How was he supposed to have done that when he was barely an Acolyte?
Nothing made sense.
