More than three hundred low-ranking Gravemind Order dark wizards were spread across the vast expanse of the first floor, carrying out all sorts of training, including meditation to increase their magical powers and exercises to master certain spells.
The noise of their combined activities spread across the first floor.
Deep breaths, sounds of feet moving, and the collective recitation of chanting spells reverberated throughout the hall.
At that moment, two odd fellows dressed in the same attire stood at the door and observed the others.
It was none other than Peterson and Alister.
"Let's see who kills the most!" Peterson said to Alister in a competitive tone as he equipped a dark-bladed dagger from his spatial ring, its cold edge dripping with a lethal aura.
"Sure." Alister responded as he opened his inventory and summoned his own weapon.
"Huh? How did you do that?" Peterson was surprised when he saw Alister's weapon appear out of nowhere—not even from a storage device.
