Mahama came over as well, listening to the amusing little stories as they walked. Strictly speaking, he was the one who regularly dealt with the two-headed demon. They had often hung around together while living in that cave. The two-headed demon was like an eccentric old demon, fond of rambling about all sorts of things, chiefly to show off his supposed wisdom and make himself seem superior.
Ruger listened to the stories while glancing back toward the Flesh-and-Blood Battlefield.
It was not over yet, but every sign suggested that it was nearing its end.
Although there was no immediate hurry, the environment and conditions left behind after the Flesh-and-Blood Battlefield ended would only last so long. When they first arrived, for instance, the ground had merely given off an enticing smell of blood and looked quite normal. Naturally, a freshly concluded Flesh-and-Blood Battlefield would be best for Mahama's Ascension Ritual. Given that its vast scale far exceeded anything either of them had imagined, even somewhat diminished effects should be enough for him.
So even their lack of urgency had a time limit.
No matter how gifted someone was, they would never dare claim a hundred percent chance of successfully advancing to Wizard. Unexpected complications could arise along the way, so everyone hoped to prepare more thoroughly and secure stronger support from the Ascension Ritual.
Ruger loosened his shoulders as he walked, looking relaxed.
In truth, when he had glanced at Mahama just before they set off again, he had briefly considered having him stay behind. Although Mahama was highly skilled with the Demon Skin Spell and seemed to possess other means of disguise, remaining near someone with one foot already in the ranks of demon lords was still a little risky.
But after weighing his options, Mahama had followed them