"So this is the Celestial Domain, huh?" Daniel muttered softly, glancing around. He stood atop a forested hill, overlooking a valley shrouded in mist.
The mana was thick—far purer than normal. Everything felt unnaturally calm.
"Come out." Shadows twisted in the air, and in a flash, ten figures knelt before him.
"Glory to the Great Lord." Among them, a familiar rough voice echoed.
Daniel didn't even glance at them. He pulled out the black cloak he'd obtained from conquering the first floor from his inventory. Right after, a newly bought magic leather armor appeared.
Golden-white with archaic magical patterns, just as he expected.
"My lord, this armor… it truly matches your grandeur. It's flawless," said Pride in his usual mocking tone.
"Did you flatter your last master this much too when you served Azark?" Daniel cast him a half-glance with a faint smirk.
