With Raknat now gone, Cliff found himself alone, enveloped by the dense silence of the forest. In the distance, the echoes of soldiers' footsteps signaled that they were probably finished as well. But despite the tranquility, something continued to weigh heavily on his mind: the enigmatic presence of Raknat and his words.
He called himself a supervisor, but he had never really explained what he was observing. And that mention of war, those challenges thrown with an almost mocking nonchalance… Raknat had left far more questions than answers. Cliff clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening under the pressure as he silently cursed this being who, despite his human appearance, was nothing more than a fierce and provocative creature.
"Two weeks, you say? You think I need all that time to reach demon class? You've underestimated me, Raknat."
