Youjiji Mine was a magical mine that produced a mineral called titanium crystal.
Titanium crystal had a very special role in alchemy. It could even be incorporated into all sorts of alchemical items, granting them certain special magical properties.
It was also needed to craft particular alchemical items.
Titanium crystal was like a master key, compatible with almost anything. The only problem was its extremely low yield.
A battle had just taken place at the mine.
The grounds were a gruesome mess, with bodies strewn haphazardly across the ground and blood everywhere.
There were far too many dead.
Before Katelyle and the others arrived, Walter had already fought a fierce battle against the Magical Apostles occupying the mine.
If Barry had not arrived in time, Walter and his men would have faced even greater danger and suffered heavier casualties.
Now, Walter and Barry had spread out around the mine with more than ninety mages and warriors, keeping a vigilant watch over its perimeter.
"Chief, the enemy currently controls every entrance and exit to the mine, and there are people inside as well. Our preliminary estimate puts their numbers at around thirty, including ten who seem to be Battle Mages."
Walter reported to Tasilihe in a low voice, his expression grave.
At those words, Tasilihe looked toward the mine and his fallen elite warriors, his expression equally grim.
Those damned bastards had already caused more than enough chaos and unrest around his tribe. They had even set their sights on the tribe itself.
The Tatari Tribe was now like a morsel in someone else's pocket, ready to be swallowed up at any moment.
"Professor Kate." Tasilihe turned to Katelyle and asked hopefully, "Could you help us retrieve our wounded warriors?"
Walter, Barry, Alastor Moody, and the others all turned their eyes