Extermination (3)

Ang slowly pushed open the heavy stone door of the stone house and stepped out with measured composure.

His pace was unhurried, yet he remained vigilant. His eyes discreetly surveyed the surroundings, and his expression stayed cold.

Though he had only recently completed his fusion with the Dark Armament, Ang had no intention of shutting himself away and waiting.

He needed to understand his surroundings, assess the Black Magic Society's true scale and combat strength, and search for potential weaknesses.

He began moving through the Underground Space as though merely taking a casual stroll. Outwardly, he seemed aimless, but every step was cautious.

He firmly committed every passageway and room he passed to memory, while observing the magical fluctuations and warning arrays in every corner.

The mages and magic apprentices he encountered along the way stopped and stared. Many revealed astonishment.

The process of fusing the Dark Armament with a warrior was extremely painful. Leaving aside whether one would survive, even those who did usually needed several days to adapt.

Yet this newly promoted Dark Knight named Serl had appeared before everyone in high spirits after merely one night. How could that not be shocking?

"He adapted that quickly?" an apprentice muttered under his breath.

Ang's gaze suddenly swept toward the speaker. The man immediately shuddered, hastily lowering his head in salute, his face pale.

Ang said nothing. He merely gave the other man an expressionless glance before withdrawing his gaze and continuing onward.

He had no need to intimidate anyone. A single look was already enough.

Only after Ang had gone far away did the apprentice let out a long breath and murmur, "His presence is terrifying..."

An older mage beside him said gravely, "It seems one among this batch of Dark Knights will become someone not to be