Beside him, Fluffy smirked confidently, leaning casually on his massive sword. Blackie and Rage Monkey exchanged glances, their expressions wary but understanding.
The Bloodroot Ginseng represented a significant opportunity, not just for immediate power, but for something deeper, a connection to an ancient lineage that could complement Damien's newly forged Timespace affinity.
He met the Matriarch's gaze steadily. "Very well. I accept your offer."
She exhaled slowly, satisfaction flickering in her violet eyes. "Good. The five dragon clans agreed that each contingent would consist of five individuals. You have four. I shall send one of my generals as your guide. You may choose freely."
Damien glanced sideways at Fluffy. "Pick the strongest from among them. We need someone who won't slow us down."
