About twenty minutes later.
In the fortress dungeon.
Torches were placed in the sockets of the long-dilapidated and unused dungeon, the air hot and musty, with moss-covered carvings and weeds growing through the giant stone cracks.
The anxious Liszt and others finally awaited the return of Mika from Warhammer.
The Khorne's face had been shot, Nagou had soup poured into his mouth, Slaanesh had procured a prostitute in bed, and Jianqi had divided the spoils into a 70-30 split.
That 70% belonged to others, and whether Jianqi got his 30% still depended on Mr. Mai's mood.
"Damn a Wandering Mage!"
Liszt was shocked—this... this little setup of his was something else. Some disobedient kids liked to play with runes, causing arcane energy to flow and explode in Twin Cities. What's there to discuss?
"Damn a Quetos!"
Shadi was holding his head in his hands. Abnormal Mika had gone online, this couldn't avoid a Holy Spirit QTE mini-game.
