The original team joined them a few hours later, their eager smiles and trembling fists brightening the city gates.
A whistle escaped his lips as Ifrit approached, radiating a new fiery aura.
The orange flames that served as his hair and reached the greater djinn's broad shoulders flickered as he nodded and extended his molten hand. Adam observed the fire glowing under the ashen skin and the two bronze badges resting in the incandescent palm.
He picked up the two heavy bronze badges, his brows creasing in hesitation. Should he use them to increase his territory's rank or absorb the cities? He saw merit in both options, but after recalling his lord's mansion and requirements, he pocketed them and chose the first option.
Then, he turned to the gate soldiers and commanded.
"Move Asterionis' and Thalassara's resources to Harmony. Get a division to follow us and carry the loot."
