Can't a Cultist Who Can't Accomplish the Great Work of World Destruction Become a Good Barista?

"Truly amazing!"

By the time Rose Knight Palanno rode his beloved scarlet steed, Midnight Orchid, at full gallop to the outer battlefield of Plague Valley, the ambush against the Splitclaw emissary, launched by Adele and Bonnie, was already nearing its end.

The senior Silver Voodoo Priest of the Splitclaw Clan had been hacked to death beneath its own battle standard by the Madwoman and E-Sis working together, while its savage guards and the Plague Clan turncoats were still locked in a determined, life-or-death struggle with the vampires.

It had been a successful surprise attack.

The vampires had achieved gratifying results, but the problem was that they were few in number. Even strengthened by the power of Midnight, their superior quality wasn't enough to overwhelm the many members of the Splitclaw Clan.

When Palanno charged into the battle on horseback, lance in hand, every vampire under Adele's command was already wounded. The unlucky Doris had even been struck by the Voodoo Priest's curse, leaving her as weak as a lump of sludge. If Dana and E-Sis hadn't protected her together, the Bloodrat Gang's number-one lady would have met her end here.

But Doris was still heartbroken.

Because during the fierce battle just moments ago, her best apprentice—and the only player permitted to take part in this operation—Frostfang Claw had been hacked to death by two gnoll butchers while protecting her.

Yaya had been allowed to take part in something like this not only because Murphy genuinely needed a player to document the secret battle as a supplement to the Sage Wolf questline, but also because he was currently the only player who had practiced the Shadowmeld technique to a masterful level.

The absurd Yaya had even distilled a rare Ancestral Power from his Shadowmeld training: Invisible Phantom.

It was an ability