A few days later…
A certain location in the Land of Origin.
Michael was currently undertaking another bronze level task.
Like his previous ones, it was also a dangerous one he had taken solo.
This task especially was one that need at least 20 strong bronze level hunters to handle.
Michael stood atop a wind-swept ridge, his gaze fixed on the valley below.
The ground was scorched black, dotted with the skeletal remains of trees and charred boulders that still sizzled with heat.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the battlefield.
He rolled his shoulders once, tightening his grip on the dark iron spear in his hands.
This was a Bronze-level task. A solo request issued by one of the nearby base towns—"Subjugate the fire lions infesting Ashroot Valley."
Most squads wouldn't take it. And even then, only if they could handle fire type monsters.
Michael came alone.
Because to him, this wasn't a mission. It was a warm-up.
Another experience giver.
