After fetching Nova and a brief discussion with the mage handling the Gate, he crossed it, stepping into Durazmarn's mountainous city.
He remained silent on the way, not sure about how to feel.
Despite his victory against all odds and the tier-six ore he got, the bizarre development doused the joy he should have felt.
More importantly, the chasm separating him from Edgar shattered his self-confidence.
The more he witnessed the prowess of higher-tier beings, the more his plans and dreams seemed unachievable. Confront tier-five vampires and werewolves with a potential tier-six leader?
'Might as well return, insult Edgar, then attack him and see how I die. And that's considering he is much weaker than those creatures.'
A bitter taste filled his mouth as he shook his head in ridicule.
The walking Nova noticed his slumped shoulders and defeated sigh, a frown creasing her brows.
