Extermination (2)

Ang stood in a corner of the stone house, quietly listening to the others talk, his brow slightly furrowed.

He was not as excited as the others.

These people had placed all their hopes on the Dark Armament.

He understood that the Dark Enchanted Armament could indeed be a shortcut to becoming strong, but it was not the only path.

If one was willing to work hard, even a Level 1 Warrior could save up magic crystals and buy ordinary Enchanted Armament without taking such enormous risks.

It was simply that this path was difficult and long, while people always tended to choose the easier way.

Although Ang did not agree with their thinking, he understood their choice—this was not cowardice, but human nature.

On the morning of the fourth day, a dull knock broke the silence of the stone house.

A mage they had never seen before pushed open the door and walked in.

He was tall, with a knife scar slanting across his left cheek and brow, making him look especially stern.

He stood in the doorway and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Come with me."

The group exchanged glances, but no one asked a single question.

They had long understood that there was no turning back. Since they had come, they could only move forward.

Ang silently rose to his feet and walked in the middle of the group.

The mage led them through a stone corridor, where magical lamps occasionally cast faint light.

After turning a corner, they arrived at a vast Magic Workshop.

At the center of the workshop stood eleven sets of pitch-black Enchanted Armament, each mounted on a metal rack marked with a magic array. Dark gleams flickered across them, like silent beasts awaiting the arrival of their masters.

The other ten stared