Qualification for a True Name

Benjamin did not interrupt his muttering to himself, nor did he correct the gap between "returning victorious" and what had actually happened.

He did not even care about the matter of his title.

After Viola's reminder, Benjamin felt he could accept anything so long as it was not something like "Black Men Carrying a Coffin."

Some things were simply too troublesome to explain.

Besides, he really had only "returned alive."

As for whether the other side had withdrawn voluntarily or fled in defeat, the difference was not great when it came to the outcome.

"Titles can wait." Benjamin cut off Blake's increasingly outrageous train of thought, urgency in his voice. "Leave first. If that Level 6 Wizard from earlier recovers, or calls his companions and comes after us, it'll be too late to leave."

The excitement on Blake's face froze instantly, replaced by a stern look.

"Right, right! If that Level 6 Wizard catches up—" He quickly came to his senses. "Then we're done for! Run, run!"

Without another word, he immediately activated Presence Concealment. His figure melted away like dissolving ink, swiftly fading from sight, leaving behind only an urgent mental transmission: "I think we should head back to the camp and recover first."

Benjamin gave a slight nod. Then his feet paused briefly as he activated Void-Step, turning into a faint, obscure streak of light.

Following Blake's nearly imperceptible hidden trail, he sped toward the camp at full speed.

Tower of Silence camp, central treatment area.

This was a vast space deep underground. Layer upon layer of Defense Arrays and spatial anchoring spells completely isolated it from the battlefield outside.

Pale green life energy flowed across the dome like an inverted galaxy, spilling evenly over the hundreds of neatly arranged nutrient chambers below.

One nutrient chamber that had