449 Inside

Michael's gaze slowly swept through the entire hall. He studied the reaction of the powerhouses in front of him, while continuing to smile faintly.

His clear eyes gleamed brightly, without a trace of fear or worry. It felt like Michael didn't feel the heavy pressure in the room, or understood the gravity of the situation.

Palika Mavenham, the Chieftain of the Berserkers, stared at Michael for a few seconds and beckoned him to come closer.

"Are you certain that you can do it? You are not playing around, right?" The Chieftain asked in a gruff voice. He was exhausted but that didn't change the tremendous aura enveloping the huge Berserker.

"I can probably do it, and I am certainly not playing around," Michael responded with a nod.

"Probably? That's not very convincing," The War Priestess intervened, her voice sharp as a blade.