The Gods' Game
No matter at what angle he analysed the bizarre situation, only a few options seemed plausible.
'He must have gotten a contract from a god and summoned a mythical figure. If not, I really don't see how he could reach the event's last stage without an army.'
His eyes narrowed into slits at the idea as he taped his fingers pensively on his armguards.
With the figure's protection, he could forget about raiding the lord of the nine realms's territory. Worse, he would have to find ways to defend himself against the terrible threat.
'Muramasa is a crafter, yet his stats at level one are already a joke. If he got a fighter who actively hunts to level up... I'm screwed.'
He paled as images of ruins and death filled his mind. But he gritted his teeth the next second, a fire burning in his eyes.
'No matter the method, I'll get rid of him even if I must poison his water.'