But to take the Berserk Potion here—
That was, anyhow, somewhat premature.
Everyone understood that the potion symbolized a desperate gamble; why else would such a decision be made if not in a situation of utmost peril? They just had to look at the boundless Sea of the Undead to understand how resolute this command was.
Everything had been going smoothly before, but suddenly the situation took a drastic turn for the worse.
People held their breath as if they had just realized that, should the people in the scene fail, Fenris Isle would become a name in history that very day. And they hadn't even considered that this was about more than a hundred thousand lives, countless families—husbands, wives, and their children.
All would turn to ashes.
The people of Silver Weslan hesitated momentarily, but still instinctively chose to follow Fang Hong's orders, because ever since they had begun collaborating, he had rarely made a poor decision.
