Because of this, he had organized the guild's forces into squads of ten, ensuring that each group had enough strength to withstand unforeseen dangers and protect one another when threats became overwhelming.
As he hovered there, his thoughts momentarily deep in reflection, two powerful auras entered the area. Razel and the Old Saintess appeared before him, their figures rising steadily until they floated at his level.
The Old Saintess studied him quietly for a moment before speaking. "Are you going to fight the twin demons?" Her tone was calm, but her eyes carried the weight of worry.
Max nodded once. His crimson gaze was unwavering, his resolve already set.
Razel, however, smiled faintly. "Then let us go together. We will stand by your side." His tone carried both pride and conviction, the loyalty of one who had witnessed Max transform the fate of their entire guild.
