One by one, the rest introduced themselves, and by the time everyone had finished, I had a rough idea of who I was dealing with.
Dorian was the leader, Reiva was the silver-haired woman with the daggers, Rune was the magic swordsman, Mira handled the bow, and Ren was the wind mage.
The rest? Well, let's just say they were background characters who didn't even deserve to be named.
They seemed like a fairly competent group, although after watching me erase the beast in a single attack, I suspected their opinion of their own strength had taken a big hit.
Not really my fault. It's only natural that excellence like mine would destroy the ego of everyone around me. There was a saying about this. When you stand next to the sun, everyone else starts looking like a candle.
"By the way," I said, looking at Dorian. "Where exactly am I?"
The question earned me several confused looks.
Dorian glanced at the others before looking back at me.
"Where in the Black Continent?"
I frowned.
