Volk sat on a jagged stone, his back resting against the rough wall of the catacomb, cradling a small, crude bottle of healing potion in his hand.
The dim glow of the subterranean chamber illuminated his broad, muscular frame, highlighting the deep bruises and cuts that adorned his body.
With a slight move, he uncorked the bottle and poured the thick liquid into his mouth.
Its bitter taste made him wince, but he welcomed the sensation as the soothing warmth of the potion coursed through his veins, knitting his wounds together.
His eyes flicked upward toward the system screen, visible only to him.
Ding!
| Mission: Challenge and defeat all the remaining Orc Clans to work under the Dreadmaw Clan.
| Status: Completed.
| Rewards: Getting out of the Dungeon.
| Time: Please wait for three hours. |
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Volk's lips. "One hour, huh?" he muttered to himself.
