How Much Do I Resemble My Former Self?

More than a dozen knights surrounded Zahir, their gazes fixed on the Drow Elf behind Anse from hundreds of meters away.

The two sides faced off across several hundred meters, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Anse swept his gaze over the knights, his eyes flickering.

In just a few days, Zahir had gathered a group of elite followers who looked to him for leadership. They were all Professionals, including one high-level Warrior.

This probably was not even everyone. Tyr's followers had always been of exceptional quality.

If word of Zahir's existence spread, he would soon attract numerous powerful believers. Even Legends were not out of the question.

"She is Eilistraee's chosen. The one who fought us earlier was Lolth's chosen." Anse stepped back a few paces and pointed in Valera's direction as he introduced them.

"Eilistraee..." Zahir murmured the name a few times before waving for everyone to lower their weapons.

Tyr and Eilistraee had no conflicting stances, and their circles of allies overlapped heavily. It was said that both were fairly close to the Goddess of Magic.

Their followers often fought alongside one another.

"We'll help too." Zahir knew this was not the time to reminisce, so he led everyone over to assist.

Cleaning up the battlefield was a troublesome task—rescuing people, finishing off the wounded, clearing away corpses, gathering spoils...

Fortunately, the Arcane Research Society had constructs. They could leave the physical labor to them.

Once everything was done, Mason put away the constructs. After greeting Anse, he opened a portal and returned alone to the Arcane Research Society headquarters.

He was dejected and distracted, completely unlike the confident, composed man he had been when he arrived.

"He needed a setback or two. Otherwise, he'd get too arrogant and offend people every day." Gianda gathered up the