Damian used both hands to push open the stone door, revealing a large table before him. It resembled a macabre feast where all the attendees wore masks to conceal their faces.
The sa mask adorned each person: that of a goat. Except for one, who sat at the head of the table, in the most important chair.
It was Miller. His mask resembled a demon, possibly his true form.
"You've arrived," Miller said, rising from his seat. "Please, have a seat."
Fear tried to engulf Damian, but he remained composed. Those masked individuals didn't appear formidable. Only Miller posed a threat.
Without uttering a word, Damian moved towards one of the vacant chairs and took a seat.
Everyone present was intrigued by Damian's true identity. Miller had inford them prior to his arrival, and the only thing they knew was that Damian was skilled in necromancy and blood magic.
He didn't even know his na, not that he knew the na of anyone sitting at that table. He didn't care about such trivialities.
"What do you think of the place?" Miller asked, spreading his arms.
Damian surveyed the room. In addition to the stone table in the center, there was so kind of altar behind Miller, and the only illumination ca from torches.
The foul stench of feces and urine he had sensed upstairs was no longer present, but there was a different sll. Blood. Yes, blood. Damian knew it all too well.
However, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to complain. Crossing his legs and using his hand to prop up his chin, he said, "Honestly, this place reeks. Are these people with you a bunch of swine?"
As soon as Damian said that, one of the masked individuals slamd his fist on the table, shouting, "Who do you think you are to say that?"
Miller sensed the tension in the air and said, "Calm down. I may have just t him, but I agree with him."
That struck a blow to the masked individual, who bit their lip beneath the mask and accepted defeat. If Miller was speaking, everyone there had to agree.
Miller spoke aloud to everyone, "Could you all leave? I need to have a private conversation."
One by one, they exited the room, opening the stone door and closing it behind them, ascending back to the cabin. In total, there were about twelve people, plus the rcenary who was still upstairs.
Only Damian and Miller remained in the room. The two locked eyes for a few seconds, both silent.
"Do you really have information about the golden key?" Miller asked, narrowing his eyes.
Damian already anticipated that he would ask such a question and replied, "Yes. But our agreent still stands. First, books of dark magic, dominion over Lemoria, and a decent position for ."
"Are you asking for too much?" Miller questioned.
"Asking for too much?" Damian laughed. "Considering the kind of lackeys you have around here, you should be grateful to have by your side."
Miller tapped his fingers on the table, "Well, that's true. They're a bit useless. Unfortunately, I've lost my entire army, and I can't seek help from other demons, especially now that you have information about the key."
He wanted to find and deliver the golden key to the underworld king, claiming all the glory for himself. Damian knew it would be that way, and that was one of the reasons he was so confident in his plan.
Of course, Damian had no intention of truly helping Miller with anything. It was just a way to stay close to him, waiting for the right mont to strike.
Damian had hoped to have so ti to prepare, but the next sentence Miller uttered made him think otherwise.
"I'm finishing up recruiting a few more people, and in a week, I believe we'll have an army of a thousand! So of them are quite powerful, like you, so it shouldn't be difficult to conquer Lemoria."
'A week!' Damian exclaid inwardly.
A week was all he had to beco stronger, strong enough to stop Miller before the city was taken over. Despite his recent rapid progress, Damian wasn't confident he would beco powerful enough in ti unless he fully embraced the dark side...
"Very well," Damian said, hiding his surprise. "Anything else I should do in the anti?"
Miller rose from his chair and went behind the altar, returning with a few thick books.
"These are books on necromancy and so on blood magic as well. They're highly valuable, so don't ntion to any demon that I gave them to you. After we conquer Lemoria, you WILL have to tell about the key, or..."
"Or you'll end my life. Do you think I'm a fool?" Damian said, accepting the books from Miller's hand. "I'll be nearby during this week, and in seven days, we et here?"
"Correct."
After the conversation, Damian left that place, carrying his books and already thinking of ways to rapidly increase his power, quickly enough to be able to kill Miller in a week!
He flew away from that place after storing his new books inside his spatial ring.
'I think I should spend my points on sothing...' Damian thought.
Damian had obtained a good amount of Erotic Coins to use at the store, and at that mont, there was only one thing that interested him, sothing that would be crucial for his power increase task.
"Teleportation ability!"
His blood magic was the only thing capable of enhancing his strength quickly, but Damian was hesitant to kill more people in that region, especially considering the ntal change the ability had caused him.
That's why he was seeking a teleportation thod to reach a distant place, where he could commit the necessary barbaric acts without the risk of being discovered.
Damian ca across an ability called .
It cost around 230 coins - a high amount, but one that Damian possessed - and this particular ability promised to be quite powerful.
As soon as Damian acquired it, a book appeared in front of him titled 'Ancient Space and Ti Magic'.
'Let read about this ability.'
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