"Right… It's some time since the last supply… Let's return." Jericho said excitedly.
For six months, Atrium City had grown accustomed to the presence of their group, the Dawnblades.
After the confrontation with the knight and their soldiers, the group had decided to minimize their actions, keeping their heads low and avoiding unnecessary attention.
They no longer flaunted their strength, nor did they seek out high-profile missions that would draw the eyes of nobles.
Instead, they focused on steady work… eliminating low-tier corrupted beasts, gathering herbs, delivering supplies, and completing requests that other adventurers ignored once they grew stronger.
It was a deliberate strategy. Jericho reminded them often about their mission...
To spread the influence of the Arcane Arts…
Just like that, Ruth moved, knowing that the path they were waiting for the stabilization of the void between realms, required patience.
