Ruger surveyed everything before him, and the people standing there. Kurt seemed to have everything running like clockwork. He also saw the devotion and fervor in the eyes of the two God-Gifted as they looked at Kurt, the emissary. To them, the emissary was the representative of the God of Sorrow. Of course, none of that could compare to his Fuzzies.
His Fuzzies were more devout and reliable than any other believers. They simply were not very bright yet, having only just been born.
The little creatures were already trying hard. He believed everything would get better, and he had plenty of time to let Stray Hair One manage it all. He was in no hurry, because he was not a Wizard Apprentice waiting for results from the path of faith in order to advance.
In fact, while Ruger honed his mental power toward its limit, he had also considered seeking some guidance-guidance from a real teacher.
After all, among the Demon Hunter Wizards, some people considered him someone who had a teacher.
The path ahead that he could explore and discover on his own should be viable, but he also wanted to hear other suggestions. For instance, his missing teacher, who had advanced so rapidly, might produce an entirely different Ascension Ritual, or another option for circumventing the curse in his Kobold bloodline.
Moreover, Ruger was deeply curious about the method his teacher Immanuel had used to advance so quickly after becoming a Formal Wizard.
He had to admit that a small yearning had stirred within him.
As his thoughts wandered, Ruger glanced around.
Clack! Creeeak!
It began with a piercing noise and ended with a heavy boom.
The two black iron doors seemed to be giving a performance. Their faulty hinges appeared to have been deliberately made to